Spare Time

What do you do in your spare time Cause I don't wanna be the stick Your role models I have no credence, just apprehension Coming up, coming up, coming up Going down, going down, going down Reminds me of the things I saw On the ground He's been there Wisdom conquered, it was a good night But when you haven't been there Do you know what's right Chemistry What the two of us are always dealing with They've been there Now they don't try to feel it I have the utmost respect But as you're getting old I say Don't die I said I didn't know, but I'll never and I don't know why Never do anything you wouldn't want your baby to Because it's getting old Pain has gone away The others, across the street Down the road, on their knees They don't have what we, I, have Do you have what I have Please tell me that you have what I have Cause I don't wanna be Any of these useless things