Front of the line
Get it inside
What have we gotta know?
Don't you wish you
Could be in there, too
With the privileged view inside?
So I suppose
I'll wear your clothes
'Til they fade
And gather holes
Mingle around
Working the crowd
Talking to girls you know
Tell them that you'll
Apology to
Win riddles and quotes out loud
But I suppose
That I get old
Your brain will fill
Full of holes
Uh oh
You had a laugh
Then caught a cab
Stopped at an ATM
I didn't get in
Went home to bed
Lied there 'til 4 a.m.
But I suppose
The world will go
Swallowed up
Into holes
Uh oh