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