i hope you come again   you'll always be my friend   my god my hero   throwing all your caution to the wind   i suck it in      my days are all the same   all cracked and bent and strained   so what if you're self proclaimed   my aim is set on your beatiful game      go easy on the stars   and heavy on the wars   and tell it like you just don't care      we're riding on the stench   of your old fraternity bench   a class of your own is dragging us down   and you're living the life out of town   you'll be glad to know my friend   up there we're happy to be uninformed      go easy on the stars   and heavy on the wars   and tell it like you just don't care   and when all is said and done   we're a primitive nation of one   our driver's got an empty stare