And we set the yard on fire and we threw out all our tunes.
Since we knew that our songs were over, we unstrung the guitars too.
And we took our clothes off slowly and pretended to not be amused.
Though our tongues were burning, we stuck with it to “be cool.”
All the while your mind was made up
And you grasped onto the bottle, and started with the Z’s.
Like a baby’s face with choir, it all ended with the Z’s.
All the while your mind was made up.