The art school babe quotes William Blake as she rolls a joint, then I think that I'll score.
Dissatisfied with what I am, I want to be a better man.
I was an art student at the time, like thousands of others.
Blow your brains out and do it right, make sure it's on prime time and on Saturday night.
Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.
In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.