| We were four and who could ever ask for more | |
| your picture on the cover of a magazine | |
| we just had to keep our noses clean | |
| now we're three and things are | |
| not exactly what they used to be | |
| champagne and drugs makes you wanna live | |
| until you're hiv posetive | |
| we had the image, we had the sound | |
| but our plane crashed to the ground... | |
| and the drummer was never found | |
| we were the band of the century | |
| meanest teen machines | |
| we were the band of the cen tury | |
| floating in the sea | |
| now we are two, with alot of reds, blues, green | |
| there never was a day he was clean | |
| he never woke from his dream | |
| now we are one, but not for long | |
| 'cause a fan gave me a gun | |
| he never realized what he had done | |
| I might as well live on. |