You never seem to hear a single word I say
Unless
I used to be an altar boy
And every Sunday I'd
This don't seem like you at all
To watch you laugh
The Beat, I'm beat, of all the crap
They play today
Job, they said I should get one
So I got one,
All the world's a traffic jam
They come and go but
Back when I was teething
When I was barely breathing
I crawled
So we're off, off on a holiday
Got a week, gonna