I brought a guitar.
I brought a handful of credit cards.
I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit that I'll probably never use.
I took 95 and then I transferred to the I-85.
Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth
And I drove through my backyard.
I could never understand why people can't begin again.
It wouldn't stop raining (we didn't have our key)
'Til we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM.
They said, "From LA to London there is no other place I would rather live than here."
We had to unpack things just to get to the mattress and boxspring.
Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home,
A blue house with no cable and with no telephone
Just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork.
I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen,
How people can appreciate it takes time to make something great.
Yeah, I know. I'm repeating myself here.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I'm repeating myself again.
Shake the shakes away.
If you're going uphill at a very rapid speed,
Soon there's nowhere to go but down.
So take the time to rise back up.
I could never understand why people can't begin again.
Why people can't apprecaite it's okay to do something great.
Yeah, I know.
I'm repeating myself again and again and again.
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