Well, I don't hate my parents

I don't get drunk just to spite them

I've got my own reasons to drink now

Think I'll call my dad up and invite him.

I can sleep in till noon anytime I want

Though there's not many days that I do

Gotta get up and take on that world

When you're an adult

It's no cliche it's the truth.

I remember when using one of those seven-day pill dispensers was the step over the edge of the cliff.

I can't take any more illicit drugs

I can't afford any artificial joy

I'd sure look like a fool dead in a ditch somewhere

With a mind full of chemicals

Like some cheese-eating high school boy.

This song used to crack me up.

Sometimes my head hurts and sometimes my stomach hurts

And I guess it won't be long

Till I'm sitting in a room with a bunch of people whose necks and backs are aching

Whose sight and hearing's failing

Who just can't seem to get it up.

Well, at least I don't have a pill splitter.

Yet.

'Cause I'm an adult now

I'm an adult now

I've got the problems of an adult

On my head and on my shoulders

I'm an adult now.

Bloody. Hell.