We might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one
If you said good-bye to me tonight, There would still be music left to write.
Like a boxer in a title fight, you have to walk in that ring alone.
Why should I worry, why should I care? And even when I cross that line, I got street savoire faire.
You look so polished from your hair down to your toes, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose.
You just sit home and masturbate. The phone is going to ring soon, but you just can't wait.