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Sinful youth in overdriveComatose, but still aliveUgly rumours, wind-borne tellOf pissings in the wishing wellHow we lost our way back thereSurfin' high on pissed off glaresWe rode rings around our fearsAnd couldn't have asked for moreEndless summers in teenage lustLike rhinoceros on angel-dustWhere nothing's ever happeningSuburbia-mon amourThere was no target we could missCruising cool on prejudiceHow could we've avoided this?Wise men ponder still...With the picks off of life's upper shelfThe only place I found myself was Poised for flight in a mensroom stallDrenched in alcoholAnd when sun she came peeking throughThere wasn't much more to doCut our wrists on guilded sinsAnd closed the door back inNot good, not niceBut we saw through all of their liesNot mean, not scaredBut thereSinful and wind-borne