(Composição: Bud Gaugh, Bradley Nowell, Eric Wilson) Janie always said I was a mess I'm sorry 'bout that mess I made her bleed I'm planting my seed Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm I knew it could make it I hope her parents love her So, feelin' the acid on the brain Still I got that frame I made Her bleed yes she wants that lovin' you see Well if you live you want to give or get old And if you never knew that we get old, you live it up, live it up You get old, believe me when I say It's the same shit everyday But I got to know my place And if you don't it fucks you in your face I know her parents love her I hope her parents love her I hope her parents love her so Billyed back in 1983, what did you do for me I made her bleed I'm planting my seed I knew we could make it But I only knew that the bitch would break it I hope her parents love her So my God look at me If he had to go I know I know I'm barely lovin' my holy creed You never knew that was what you need Oh my God honestly believe it or not its a disease. I hope her parents love her I hope her parents love her, so
