sitting in Richmond on the C-side of town

the whole band's with me we're just fuckin' around

reggae is the sound on the radio

we've got nothing to do we've got nowhere to go

i've been told nothing stays the same

sooner or later it has to change

fight if you have to

to live your life

don't let em tell you anything

but know what's right

summertime sun and heat you can taste

ashes and strings and Adam's bass

in the east bay in the summertime

needles and foil

having such a good time

i've been told nothing stays the same

sooner or later it has to change

fight if you have to

to live your life

don't let em tell you anything

but know what's right

we all walk over to Jennifer's

we haven't eaten all day

a place to relax

a place to get away

smoking cigarettes

hung over so bad