You can get me wasted   You're the one I cut and pasted.   And you might've once existed   And my memories are twisted   Yeha you robbed me like a strip-mine   Dead and buried for a long time   In an episode you casted   In the part where Jesus fasted   You ring up my line   I'm expanding my mind   I see two-thousand five   When we fell who survived   You can get me slack-jawed   You were sipping through the last straw   Barely moving to the last waltz   To a symphony of my faults   Wrapped around me like a smoke ring   Had me set up like a coke sting   I'm still doing 5 to 7   Wishing liars got to heaven   You ring up my line   I'm expanding my mind    I see two-thousand-five   I can't tell who's alive