(Breathes)

Well things are so much harder now
No matter how I try
Junkyard days and toxic waste
Well love is on my mind

I can see the ledge now
Golden Gate is falling from behind (falling from behind!)
Well if ya call this livin'
I just want to hang my head and cry

(Wierd but fun sound made my Mike or Billie)

Voices in my head are
Telling me that I'm lost
Pills and alcohol are making me
A lost cause

I can see the ledge now
Golden Gate is falling from behind (falling from behind!)
Well if ya call this living
I just want to hang my head and cry

(That wierd sound again)

(Guitar solo then bass solo)

I can see the ledge now
Golden Gate is falling from behind (falling from behind!)
Well if ya call this living
I just want to hang my head and cry