The cancer he had it was visceral
He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole life
Sick in the morning and he died in the night

We?re all so, we?re on the run
But we're aware, oh
Oh, we?re wasted, no, no, no
We?re all wasted
We?re wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

He's seven years old, got his bat in his hand
He?s looking for his father and he doesn?t understand
'Cause dad?s too busy, got some deals on the way
His son sits alone as the children play

And he?s eighteen he couldn?t wait to move out
His parents wonder what all the rush is about
They never bothered with his dreams, only thinking of theirs
Wonders why he doesn?t call and why he doesn?t care

But he?s thirty-two and invincible
With everything he is based on principle
He never had a truly happy moment in his life
He didn?t want the kids and he didn?t want his wife

We?re wasted, no, no, no
We?re all wasted
We?re wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

We?re wasted
We?re all wasted
We?re all wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

Twenty-three now, got his life in his hands
He?s looking all around and he doesn?t understand
'Cause life?s too busy, things get in the way
We all feel alone every single day

And at eighteen, couldn?t wait to move out
It?s been five years and now I?m starting to doubt
Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
Looking up to some place that isn?t there

When I?m thirty-two will I be miserable?
With everything around based on principle?
Will I have a clue? Oh, wouldn?t it be nice
To never be alone in this wasted life?

We?re wasted, no, no, no
We?re all wasted
We?re wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

We?re wasted
We?re all wasted
We?re all wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

We?re wasted
We?re wasted
We?re wasted, no, no
All wasted