Regret Is

It started when we were little kids
 Free spirits, but already tormented
 By our own hands
 Given to us by our parents
 We got together and wrote on desks
 And slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
 And slipped through whatever cracks we could find
 Minds altered, we didn't falter
 We loved the dirty city
 And the journeys away from it
 We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves
 Chase tails round and round in downward spirals
 Leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind
 Still, the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz
 Was impenetrable and we lived inside it
 Laughing with no clothes,
 And everything experimental 'till death was upon us
 In our face, mortality
 And lots of things seemed futile then
 But love and music can save us
 And did, while the giant gray monster grew
 More poisoned and volatile around us
 Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around
 Nothing is the same
 So we keep moving
 So we keep moving
 Went off and got some hair cuts
 Lookin' wild and got all drugged up
 Hopped a train into the night
 Got a ride with a transvestite
 Two boys in San Francisco
 Two boys in San Francisco
 Blasted off in a Bart bathroom
 Those coppers woke us up
 The mothersfuckers woke us up
 Two young brothers on a hover craft
 Telepathetic love and bellylaughs
 Storm the stage of Universal
 Slim shine talk boy go subversal
 Papa's proud and so he sent us
 Pounding hearts full and relentless
 Two boys in London, England
 Two boys in London, England
 Climbing out of hostel windows
 Wearing gear so out but in though
 Come on kind and do the no no
 Two young brothers on a hovercraft
 Telepathics love and belly laughs
 We went to Fairfax High School
 Jumped off buildings into their pools
 We'd sit down and grease at Canters
 Run like hell they can't catch us
 Two boys in L.A. proper
 Two boys in L.A. proper
 Stealin' anything that we could
 Gotta sneak into the Starwood
 Gotta peak into the deep good
 I remember
 10 years ago in Hollywood
 We did some good
 And we did some real bad stuff
 But the Butthole Surfers said
 It's better to regret something you did
 Than something you didn't do
 We were young
 And we were looking
 Looking, looking for that deep kick
 Seen 'em come, seen 'em go
 (And I feel I'm getting close to you)