I want to be in a motercycle gang
Green and mean and fucked up all the time
Picture me on the back of a harley
Leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five
I'm going nowhere. I'd rather go somewhere instead
I want to see things I'll never get to see
Foreign bronze, klingons, naked girls with purple eyes
Yeah, look at me - sad and low and lonely - dead-end job, a slob
And fucked up all the time
I'm going nowhere, I'd rather go somewhere instead

I'm going nowhere. I'd rather go somewhere instead
I'm gonna blow a hole through the back of my head

Don't cry when i say goodbye