I remember well the smell of tequilaOne bed, one bath, two months with StephDrinkin’ up the sunriseThen sleep till eight at nightI had a ten day birthday till ThanksgivingWe burnt the bird and hit the roadBlur in stereo, sonic bookmarks and bad scenesBut not a dull moment, I barely miss living in Los AngelesOnly took a week to start the warfareEccentric neighbors on welfareThe turntable spun to the beat of pounding on the wallsWe’d sink another drink with Billy IdolHave sloppy sex on the living room floorA whirlwind of simple pleasure principalPrinciples are goneIt’s not a dull momentI barely miss living in that selfish bliss with StephAnd I always have the past to be warnedAnd I always knew the last laugh was moreAnd I can taste the gold ring tarnish in my mouthAnd I need a drink to wash it outIt’s not a dull momentI barely miss living in that state of filthSo I cleaned the yard, the yard, the yardMow the lawn, scrub the stained rugSo what? It’s safe and sound I have found