when you walk home from the party drunk on bacardi and listening to the voices that lie to you nightly make you frightened of everyone make you sorry for something you go home and spend your life alone with the stereo watching the late show or force yourself out in the night to meet your generation you feel like claymation in fluorescent light when you walk home from the party drunk on bacardi and listening to the voices that lie to you nightly make you sorry for something you go home and spend your life alone with the stereo watching the late show or force yourself out in the night to meet your generation you feel like claymation in fluorescent light on our knees we made it hard to see we made it hard to breathe and the air was thin on our knees we made it hard to see we made it hard to breathe and the air was thin on our knees we made it hard to see we made it hard to breathe and the air was thin made it hard to see made it hard to breathe made it hard to see made it hard to breathe1