Life is like a long, lustful, lovely, passionate, bridge-burning line-up (of broken promises and lies)… Yet it’s too short. Live, love, laugh… And use it to forget…

Here we are flying high like kites,
Ripped out of our minds.
We can’t concentrate,
We can barely speak.
Let’s roll a bird; it’s in our reach.
Or we can get hammered,
Where the birds are flying too high to catch
(Ya, they’re at the end of other people’s wrists)

Steady as you go, steady as you go…
Steady as you go, steady as you go…

Our consciences’ are like mines.
You can find life-altering gems, but
Let me remind you… mine’s mine,
So don’t rip me of mine (let’s get ripped)
With the drugs and pure pressure.

Steady as you go, steady as you go…
Steady as you go, steady as you go…

Either way,
When you’re high or stoned,
It makes life more controllable,
And the “dot dot dot,”
More enjoyable.

Steady as we go, steady as we go… If you burn the bridge too deep, and right to the core, the very abyss of it crumbles, and you’ll fall in to the running river of everybody’s drugged up blood…

Steady as we go, steady as we go…