yo bum rush the show
there's a cop salivating on the patio.
and my mind is in remission
the finger-snacks are on display.
traveling in your spirit
it's better to be lonely with bologna
hey stack up the bills
the highway is covered with weight-loss pills
and i'm eating all the coupons
they taste like special skin
she's the guy i long for
i love to smother her with leftovers.
now there's a dead kid trying to sleep
and the shallow side of things
never looked so deep
well it's less than you expected
cause it's more than you could ever know
if you can't pull off bitterness
some slight alienation can be just as good.
and it's the most depressing cop-out
my eyes did ever see
I'd rather be your worst friend
than my own best enemy.