The Itch

Stone man's days like a rolling wave, It goes on and cannot break
It's a fat stone to be skipping, with one foot in the quicksand

Well all his friends have the itch as well, some lost, some cannot tell, well
Too young to be working, and too old to be bitching

And there ain't no use in knowing what to do or when

Because we'll never know how
And we'll never not care
Started weirding me out
Are we really all there?

But don't act confused, I stand by you
Tossing our youth, are we really all there? Never not care
But we're happy as hell

A rained out show and a borrowed van, off to a cheap hotel
We all got stoned just to sneak in, they left fruit in the kitchen

And all my friends got the itch as well, take, take, to please yourself
It's a fat stone to be skipping, with one foot as we kick

Because we'll never know how
And we'll never not care
Started weirding me out
Are we really all there?

But don't act confused, I stand by you
Tossing our youth, are we really all there? Never not care
But we're happy as hell

The car, the couch, the floor, the shame
To call around a place to stay
Caught pissing in a parking space
Cop's listen I'm a waste away

And we'll never not care
Started weirding me out
Are we really all there?

But don't act confused, I stand by you
Tossing our youth, are we really all there? Never not care
But we're happy as hell