Lyrics:
Creighton Doane Learning More More

(Doane) You talk about the pain you're suffering You talk about the shit you've been thru You never have anything to offer me It's really hard to be

(Doane) I don't go sour Or make you sick When it's the real thing you can't eat it up so quick Let it season Let it age You can't expect to rock before

(Doane) This is a letter from the grave From a patient you couldn't save Your deviation has deviated I don't want to be what you've created Dear Frankenstein

(Doane) Are you just an ugly bug Maybe you're a butterfly Spread your wings and fly away Never give a reason why Landing in a better place Looking for

(Doane) He's like a pornstar in a pop song With a melody everybody can sing along She wants a rockstar in her right hand So she can give a wave to all