Wake up every day,
Conjure up a smile,
Get back on track.
Old enough to fake,
Drunk enough to drive,
To Idiot Paradise.
Guess that we belong,
Guess that we belong,
Night is over.
Hood and broken shades,
Crumbled up inside,
Get back on track.
Eyes ready to try,
Looking for a fight,
Night ain't over.
And I guess that we belong,
Guess that we belong,
Guess that we belong.
Wake up every day,
Conjure up a smile,
Get back on track.