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Hey man don’t cut your hair, who you gotta impress? We’re all still right here. I ain’t trying to tell you what to do. I’m just looking out for you. We’ve been hanging tough since way back when we’d run through the woods with beers we stole from our dads. It was so easy then, when nothing else matters but hanging out with our friends. We gotta keep it going while we can, we’re never gunna be 28 again. Don’t tell me you’re done getting high, we still got so many brain cells left to fry. Remember those high school drives? Haha, no, neither do I. All our cars are in the junkyard now, all our CDs are garbage now. Some of our friends are married now but we can still get ripped, I still know how. I can let all the other stuff go, just don’t leave me going on alone. I hate to say it but truth be told, getting drunk’s kinda getting old. But I’ll do it for you, we gotta keep it going, I drank a million beers, what’s a million more? “Shoot for the sky you’ll land in the stars,” I landed in a galaxy of Denver dive bars. I can find friends wherever I go. It’s what I always wanted, but I always want more. Is this all there is? I should just be enjoying it. One day we’ll be looking back and think damn it man, we had it all back then. I’m tired of thinking it through, it’s the weekend man, what you wanna do? Party or party, man? We don’t ever really gotta change, keep quoting lines from Independence Day. 4AM taquitos and drinking a lot, and treating our bodies like garbage dumps. The wave is coming but we ain’t gotta fear cause we’re surfing in a sea of Banquet beer. Bad stuff’ll happen, but it won’t happen here. Hold on man, another million more years. If we go down, we go down together. Best friends means what best friends means.

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from Fantasy Machine, released November 13, 2015

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