Where's Your Dirty Mind

Where's your dirty mind when

You need it, you left that in your

8th grade suit, maybe some girls

Would think it cute if you put it on

Show 'em what you're made of, yeah

What happened to love, in it's first stage

We left that when we wanted more

Now tell me what should be in store

Be adventurous, show 'em what

You're made of, yeah

All this time to die, all this time to die,

Too much time to die, and I just want to die.

All this time to die, all this time to die,

Too much time to die, and I don't wanna die.

Where'd you put your mind, now you need it

Haven't focused in a while, and don't you

Wish that you could smile,

Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of.

Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of.

Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of.

Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of.

Do you feel good, like a sunray

Does your guitar squeak on the sheets

And do you feel incomplete, not enough sleep

Nothing nice around to eat, yeah.

All this time to die, all this time to die,

Too much time to die, and I just want to die.

All this time to die, all this time to die,

Too much time to die, and I don't wanna die.