Every morning I go to my local foodstore

To buy a bag of sweet sixteen.

God I love those little doughnuts

It looks like I'll turn out to be

A cop even though I dream of

Playing every sold out show.

Having dreams and eating sweets

Won't get you where you want to go.

I try as hard as hard can be

I still can't get the stuff I need

But it's ok- For now it seems

I'm living life expectancy

I'd really love a new guitar

Something bright metallic green.

Guess I'll wait for it a while

For now I'll eat my sweet sixteen.

Well if I am a mindless fool

I'll die by following the rules

Now Heaven doesn't want me there

And Hell must have a load to bear

Cause they said,