Capp street is an underwater cave

That's filled with crutches and canes

And faces that were washed away

Away from innocence and pain



They don't care who lost the one

They just wanna get the whole thing over and done



They keep me up all night

They sing songs to the moon

Wishing they could close their eyes

But they're waiting for jacques cousteau



The girls outside they're not waiting for the sun

They just wanna get the whole thing over and done



Seems like bowl history down

To a forty-five minute wait

A big boredom filled with stars

All burning with hate



Yeah we had a good time, we had some fun

And now we wanna get the whole thing over and done