It started when we were little kids

Free spirits but already tormented by our own hands

Given to us by our parents, we got together

And wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains



And slipped through whatever cracks we can find

Minds altered, we didn't falter

In portraying hysterical and tragic characters

In a smog filled universe



We loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it

We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves

Chase tails round and round in downward spiral

Leaving trail of irretrievable vital life juice behind



Still the brothers blood comrades partner family cuss

Was impenetrable and we lived inside it laughing with no clothes

And everything experimental 'til death was upon us

In our face mortality and lots of things seemed futile then



But love and music can save us and did

While the giant gray monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us

Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around

Nothing is the same so we keep moving, we keep moving



Went off and got some hair cuts

Looking wild and got all drugged up

Hopped a train into the night

Got a ride with a the transvestite



Two boys in San Francisco

Two boys in San Francisco

Blasted off in another bathroom

Those coppers woke us up

Motherfuckers woke us up



Two young brothers on a hover craft

Telepathics, love and belly laughs



Storm the stage of Universal

Slim shine talk box go subversal

Papa's proud and so he sent us

Pounding hearts full and relentless



Two boys in London, England

Two boys in London, England

Climbing out of hostel windows

Wearing gear so out but in though

Come on kid and do the no, no



Two young brothers on a hover craft

Telepathics, love and belly laughs



Oh shit

Oh shit



We went to Fairfax High School

Jumped off buildings into their pools

We'd sit down, grease at Canters

Run like hell they can't catch us



Two boys in L.A. proper

Two boys in L.A. proper

Stealin' anything that we could

Gotta sneak into the Starwood

Gotta peak into the deep good



I remember ten years ago

In Hollywood, we did some good

And we did some real bad stuff

But the Butthole Surfers said it's better to regret

Something you did than something you didn't do



We were young and we were looking

Looking, looking for the deep kick

Seen 'em come, seen 'em go