text: 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 could find
  Minds altered, we didnt 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 spirals
  Leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind
  Still, the brothers, blood comrades, partner, family, cousin was impenetrable
  And we lived inside it
  Laughing with no clothes, and everything experimental until 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 grey 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 transvestite
  Two boys in San Francisco
  Two boys in San Francisco
  Blasted off in a BART bathroom
  Those coppers woke us up
  The motherfuckers woke us up
  Two young brothers on a hovercraft
  Telepathic love and belly laughs
  Storm the stage of Universal
  Slim shine talk boy go subversal
  Papas 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 hovercraft 
  Telepathic love and belly laughs 
  We went to Fairfax High School
  Jumped off buildings into their pools
  Wed sit down and grease at Canters
  Run like hell they cant catch us
  Two boys in L.A. proper
  Two boys in L.A. proper
  Stealing anything that we could
  Got to sneak into the Starwood
  Got to peak into the deep good
  I remember
  10 years ago in Hollywood
  We did some good
  And we did some real bad stuff
  But the Butt-hole Surfers said
  Its better to regret something you did
  Than something you didnt do
  Yea, we were young
  And we were looking
  Looking
  Looking for that deep kick
  Yeah, seen them come, seen them go