I remember well the smell of tequila One bed, one bath, two months with Steph Drinkin' up the sunrise Then sleep till eight at night I had a ten day birthday till Thanksgiving We burnt the bird and hit the road Blur in stereo, sonic bookmarks and bad scenes But not a dull moment, I barely miss living in Los Angeles Only took a week to start the warfare Eccentric neighbors on welfare The turntable spun to the beat of pounding on the walls We'd sink another drink with Billy Idol Have sloppy sex on the living room floor A whirlwind of simple pleasure principal Principles are gone It's not a dull moment I barely miss living in that selfish bliss with Steph And I always have the past to be warned And I always knew the last laugh was more And I can taste the gold ring tarnish in my mouth And I need a drink to wash it out It's not a dull moment I barely miss living in that state of filth So I cleaned the yard, the yard, the yard Mow the lawn, scrub the stained rug