Letra de ...and Keep Reaching for Those Stars

I wanna be in a motorcycle gang
Green and mean and fucked up all the time
Picture me on the back of a Harley
Leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five

I'm going nowhere, I'd rather go somewhere instead

I want to see things I'll never get to see
Foreign bronze, klingons, naked girls with purple eyes
Yeah, look at me, sad and low and lonely
Dead-end job, a slob, and fucked up all the time

I'm going nowhere, I'd rather go somewhere instead

I'm going nowhere, I'd rather go somewhere instead
I'm gonna blow a hole through the back of my head

Don't cry, don't cry
When I, when I
Say goodbye
And don't cry
Don't cry