“Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch’s top
Must leave the house soon mean gone cause my pops he’s hot
Grab my blue backpack, my Walkman, grip my bicycle
Because I know my friends are waiting at the door
I’m feeling loose like you – Just fucking around and shit
Til that comes fifty-five I’m twenty-six”

~ Deftones – Minus Blindfold