We had fun in the sun
but now you’ve thrown it away
tossing out the baby with the bathtub
these dogs have strayed
you’ll never know how hard I tried
to keep my worries in line
but they’re all [bad word] 
gone are the good old days
of painting young courtney pine
listened to the taunts and the shouts
of celebration wine
I never could make it work out right
her milk glows in the blacklight
but it don’t matter 
because no [bad word] out to see us

well my pain’s in [bad word] I’ve been lonely enough
I’ve bled los angeles blood
I’ve had enough of this stuff

you can’t go on with what you’re doing
because they already know [bad word] your life [bad word] there’s so much to show
you’ll never know how hard I tried
her milk glows in the blacklight
but it don’t matter 
because no [bad word] out to see us

well my pain’s in [bad word] I’ve been lonely enough
I’ve bled los angeles blood
I’ve had enough of this stuff

no [bad word] out to see us