where the fun is
bad religion
smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame
in the place where no one knows me by my name
where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
and fashion trips on tangled skein
if you need to slake that aching in your brain
in the shadow of the valley
where the nights are warm
we'll road trip and raise cain
so jump in - into the frame
we're laughin' to hide the pain
it's not a riddle we're all a little