Paroles: The White Stripes. De Stijl. Jumble, Jumble.

Jumble jumble come on over all at my house sleep on the couch look like a mouse can't even see ya Crumble crumble the bag is brown rip up the paper to hear a sound pick up the pieces up off the ground tumble tumble on to the floor until your poor roll over I'm at the door wave to me Why can't you be nicer to me? somebody's screaming everything's so funny looking at the ceiling i don't have any money people don't even know me but they know how to show me why can't you be nicer to me? my pride is dying so i stop caring i think i'm all done lying all alone and walking nobody's sharing nobody's talking why can't you be nicer to me? well the wind is blowing where am i going off a bridge and falling nobody's praying nobody's calling on the ground and laying why can't you be nicer to me?