Look at me I'm fallin'
Off of a cliff now
I can still hear my mama yelling No No No
But the words mean nothing
they can't catch up to me now
And the view is so beautiful
All the way down

When I was a little boy
Suckin' juice from a bottle
Believing my perceptions were oh so real
But I didn't know nothing
Still knowing nothing
Was just enough for me to know the way I feel

This is life
What a [bad word] up thing we do
What a [bad word] [bad word] 
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose

Look at me I'm swollen
Like a banana fish now
I'm never gonna make it, make it out of my hole
But I keep on laughing
Doesn't really matter
There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul

When I was a teenager
Suckin' booze with the Vatos
Discussing who was gonna live to be 21
They said they wouldn't make it
They didn't make it
We're all naked when the day is said and done

This is life
What a [bad word] up thing we do
What a [bad word] [bad word] 
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose

Don't know who made this [bad word] [bad word] 
But now while you're here
You just gotta do what you gotta do
Now if I wasn't such a weenie
Do you think you'd still love me
Pretending I'm an airplane on the living room floor
Like a lovely generator
You stand right by me
And if words were wisdom I'd be talking even more

So I keep on falling
As I'm looking back above me
Watching as my mama just [bad word] a little dot
Now I'm like De Niro
I'm amarillo
And I'll never know when I hit the ground

This is life
What a [bad word] up thing we do
What a [bad word] [bad word] 
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose