Wasted

Any time of the year
 I'd walk a country mile
 A pint and a bag in my pocket
 Characterized my style
 I was wasted not strong as I am now so wasted not strong
 as I am now
 Always the beautiful son
 Always a pack of my friends
 Always the worry and trouble
 For that sweet buzz that always ends
 When you are wasted not strong as I am now
 So wasted not strong as I am now
 Forty feet up in this pine tree
 In a fortress made of scrap wood
 Marvel comics, playboys, bongs
 Make a 10 year 12 year 16 year old boy feel good
 then there came that day
 when my tree house finally fell
 I said good-bye to my friends in the woods
 All those brothers that would never tell
 We were so wasted not strong as we are now
 Oh we were so wasted so wasted so wasted