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 want to 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 want to 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 want to get the whole thing over and done
