Cocaine eyes Been livin the lie Looks like another big night on the credit card babay Buttchew makin' em smile Yeah you drivin' 'em wild I could sit
That night that you got on a plane to Los Angeles I turned back into the me that I was That guy that would go out to buy a new porno and come back with
Over and under we ride in love with the suicide Here we fuck with disaster and careful has something to hide so come give this trick a try pump it faster
You don't have to tell me that I'm stubborn 'cause I'm not and I know ?cause it runs in my family it skips every other generation You don't have to save
When the summer comes we'll get on our aeroplanes and go back to where we came from. Summertime It's a surprise. But I think I'll survive. When
I met the King of England once but the guys in the deli back home they don't believe me. I ride my bike all around round my home town where nobody knows
I'd trade all my sunshine, for twin towers to hide behind and find you there And I left on that sunday To come home on a tuesday Well I never I never
I know I'm a little erratic and sometimes my chickens are chasing my rabbits Do you think you can stand it? I don?t have the right to stand here and
Hey there Mr. Marlboro man, what you gonna do, When there's nobody left but your choke smoking self to abuse? Hey there Mr. C.E.O man, where you gonna
around with your hot pants on, And them patent leather shoes, Please forgive me baby, Cos I've been up here too long, Come on everybody freak along so that Wheatus
Pornography! I pretend I can't hang up the phone, Cos if I do then he gets you, And I'll be in this room alone, Staring at the carpet, Wondering how
Just tell me his name, Just tell me you didn't get laid in our bedroom, And was it the same? Just tell me if his dick is bigger than mine, Do you remember
She stands on the deck hear, To watch all the landslides, She's waiting for myrtle, Can't wait 'til she drives by, She's focused on football, Making her
Hey fair weather friend, You know you're ripping me down again, And I don't care what you say, I can tell when we play, That you don't believe in me,
Up in the bar, in the back, In the dark I see people, And there huddled around the girl, She is the one in the back of the bar with the photo, Of Nixon
Let's write a song, baby My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain, Now sit your ass in the chair and I'll tell you my name, My daddy always
Socrates ain't got nothin on me when it comes to overthinking Paranoid, is how I prefer to be into the ground I'm sinkin' Then you call, and you say,
Her name is Noel I have a dream about her She rings my bell I got gym class in half an hour Oh how she rocks In Keds and tube socks But she doesn't know
