People grow tired, people leave That's the way it's going to be for a long time I'll sit in silence sad I just wanna smoke some weed and Stay in bed, is that too much to ask for? See you in a few years, blind until the smoke clears I am never going back It's the motherfucking guitar fight from fooly cooly The atomsk inside my skin tells me To work but i'd rather be fucking dead The guitar fight from fooly cooly is The place that i'll always call home.