Basket Case (4-track demo) Lyrics

I really don't know where this story began
My friend Houston had got himself a girl
Swank is her name, she's got the best of him
And he's got the best of her in the palm of their hand

And they could care less what's comin' up
Sometimes their future doesn't have much luck

This wigged-out thing called love
They make it kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own

They said this has been motionless orbit flight
Around each other, intoxicating their minds
Dancing in the street under suburban lights
They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt

And they could care less what's comin' up
Sometimes their future doesn't have much luck

This wigged-out thing called love
They make it kinda rough
And they don't really mind
They're on their own

To love, lose, and control
So you better hold on

As they walked together in time
Leavin' all the drunks behind
This wigged-out thing called love
They make it kinda rough
But they don't really mind
They're on their own, own