Texty: Offspring. Ixnay On The Hombre. I Choose.

Look at me I'm fallin', off of a cliff now
I can still hear my mama yelling, "No No No"
But the words mean nothing, can't catch up to me now
And the view is so beautiful all the way down

Well I was a little boy, suckin' juice from a bottle
Believing my perceptions were oh so real
But I didn't know nothing, still knowing nothing
Was just enough for me to know the way I feel

This is life
What a fucked up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose and I choose

Look at me I'm swollen like a banana fish now
I'm never gonna make it, make it out of my hole
But I keep on laughing, doesn't really matter
There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul

Well, I was a teenager, suckin' booze with the Vatos
Discussing who was gonna live to be 21
They said they wouldn't make it, they didn't make it
We're all naked when the day is said and done

This is life
What a fucked up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose and I choose

Don't know who made this all come true
Now while you're here
You just gotta do, what you gotta do
What you prepared

Now if I wasn't such a Weenie, do you think you'd still love me?
Pretending I'm an airplane on the living room floor
Like a lovely generator, you stand right by me
And if words were wisdom, I'd be talking even more

So I keep on falling as I'm looking back above me
Watching as my mama just becomes a little dot
Now I'm, I'm like De Niro, I'm amarillo
And I'll never know when I hit the ground

This is life
What a fucked up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose that I choose
That I choose and I choose