Take the empty bottles and the broken models With their hollow smiles and open throttles And put 'em on a ship Take my so-called friends, all that money means All those money men with the flight attendants And put 'em on a ship And when it sails away, you'll hear people say 'You'll never get no play from the cheap seats Boys, we're getting loaded.' Take the promise keepers, yeah, those righteous creeps The legend seekers of the ivy league Let's put 'em on a ship Take the vulgar boatmen and the drunken showmen And the Willy Lomans rock-and-roll And put 'em on a ship I'll give you a kiss on your big fat lips Lets have a drink before we ship We're getting loaded We're getting loaded We're getting loaded We're getting loaded Yeah In these trying times you don't know what you need You don't know what you want, you don't know what to leave You don't know what to take, you don't know what to believe Take my blue-eyed son he's the beautiful one He had angel hair and a tommy gun Stayed out all night long looking for a rave With his pretty mom and some ecstasy I named him 'Point-and-Shoot', now he hates his name Said when he's 18 he's gonna blow me away We're getting loaded We're getting loaded We're getting loaded We're getting loaded Yeah And when it sails away, you'll hear people say 'You'll never get no play from the cheap seats Boys, we're getting loaded'