There are things some people classify as pleasures
That, just before I die, I’ll have no regrets having missed:
Camping, and orgies, and places on the body I’ve never kissed.
But however you define,
whatever you have in mind
We both have a need for things we don’t need
Like belief, and relief, and pleasure, and grief
Now I’m sitting here waiting to leave, New Year’s Eve
Nothing good came from MMV
But death and destruction, and my new resolution:
To drink more, and laugh more, and sleep more, and dream more