Fck Sht Up

You left without saying goodbye
But that's okay and I know why
I think that I would do it the same
When no one was looking, I'd just slip away
They took you to the Gulf of Mexico
They opened the lid they let you go
I might never see you again
But you'll always be my best friend and

There's still trouble in the streets
You left it there there for me
There's still so much left to do
And I won't dishonor you

This world wasn't good enough for us
Just two young punks pissed off in love
We'd put that record on and sing
"Tonight, we're gonna fuck shit up!"
And I still feel the same
But the kind of thinking drives you insane
I'd step back and I'd take breaks
But you never quit, not for a day and

There's still trouble in the streets
You left it there for me
There's still magic to be found
And I won't let you down

When I've had all that I could stand
Please burn this body down to ash
Take me to the Gulf of Mexico
Open the lid and let me go
Save a little bit in a can
And strap it to the nose of a touring van
Then at last, we'll both feel free
But please oh, please oh, don't dishonor me
Please oh, please oh, don't dishonor me
Please oh, please oh, don't dishonor me
Please oh, please oh, don't dishonor me