The cars still runnin' The heat from the sun will gently Melt your head to your brain I heard that its just life You buy yourself a wife So your grampa doesn't think your gay Get yourself accounts Get yourself a house Drop off all your youth In the city And maybe when you die Somebody will cry And put your last words On your grave Babe, you're crushin' me open Open, open Babe, babe You're crushin' me open Open Its all the same You say were back in line Enough, i say Enough is fine I play the 18 holes of life But was it good enough Its hard to love, babe Its hard to trade Life away, babe For years in the dirt Or forever in the sky