Songtext von Basket Case (Demo Track 4)

I really don't know where this story began My friend Houston had got himself a girl Swank is her name, she's got the best of him And he's got the best of her in the palm of their hands And they could care less what's coming up Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck This wigged-out thing called love It may get kinda rough And they don't really mind They're on their own They said this has been motionless orbit flight Around each other intoxicating their minds Dancing in the street under suburban lights They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt And they could care less what's coming up Sometimes the future doesn't have much luck This wigged-out thing called love It may get kinda rough And they don't really mind They're on their own Love losing control So you better hold on As they walk together in time Leaving all us drunks behind This wigged-out thing called love It may get kinda rough But they don't really mind They're on their own, own