The Bucket

I'll be the one to show you the way

You'll be the one to always complain

Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang

All out of fags and I just can't wait

Cancel the thing that I said I'd do

I don't feel comfortable talking to you

Unless you got the zipper fixed on my shoe

Then I'll be in the lobby drinking for two

Eighteen, balding, star

Golden, falling hard

Look at the shakies, what's with the blush?

Fresh off the plane in my fuzzy rush

Everyone's gathered to idolize me

I hate the way you talk, your Japanese scream

It's been too long since I've left the shed

You kick the bucket, I'll swing my legs

Always remember the pact that we made

Too young to die, but old is the grave

Eighteen, balding, star

Golden, falling hard