Well I wish for this song to never hit the spot That gives you the strength to tell your boss to get fu*ked And quit that job you hate so much Cause I've been seeing people find happiness Trading their dreams and ideals for comfort And once that idea has infected their brain Yeah that person is no longer, no longer, no longer the same While every heart must find it's own path No I can't shake the feeling That theirs got ripped from their chests The hole patched back with cash so they'd forget No my soul will not be sold, my time will not be timed We all need fu*king money but there's a war to fight and I want you to only ever be a drunken stumble away from me My friend is join the army My friend is join the army But I still remember when you wore your beat up Op Ivy hat I still remember when we got arrested in Arrarat I still remember when we swam naked at Broad Beach with Pat I still remember when you used to get fu*ked up, two step to One Dead Cop and the shows we played in parking lots