I choose:

Look at me I'm fallin'

Off of a cliff now

I can still hear my mama yelling No No No

But the words mean nothing

Can't catch up to me now

And the view is so beautiful

All the way down

When I was a little boy

Suckin' juice from a bottle

Believing my perceptions were oh so real

But I don't know nothing

Still knowing nothing

Was just enough for me to know the way I feel

This is life

What a fucked up thing we do

What a nightmare come true

Or a playground if we choose

And I choose

Look at me I'm swollen

Like a banana fish now

I'm never gonna make it out of my hole

But I keep on laughing

Doesn't really matter

There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul

When I was a teenager

Suckin' booze with the Vatos

Discussing who was gonna live to be 21

They said they wouldn't make it

They didn't make it

We're all naked when the day is said and done

This is life

What a fucked up thing we do

What a nightmare come true

Or a playground if we choose

And I choose

Don't know who made this all come true

But now while you're here

You just gotta do what you gotta do

Now if I wasn't such a weenie

Do you think you'd still love me

Pretending I'm an airplane on the living

Room floor

But like a lovely generator

You stand right by me

And if words were wisdom I'd be talking

Even more

So I keep on falling

As I'm looking back above me

Watching as my mama just becomes a little dot

Now I'm like DeNiro

I'm amarillo

And I'll never know when I hit the ground