Kissing ass: a skill developed patiently and yet a necessary trait to get the job sucking up until lips are chapped and mouth is dry self-esteem will
Wasted cigarettes hardly ash before there's something else to burn it's done, you're already moving on and the drunkard seeks scape through the faded
Check the mail, your rent's been waiting the time has come to pay the bills and these envelopes ironically make it easy to send back the money scraped
Idol role, no self-control a parasite to one's constructed modeling surrounding pedestals Chin held high to stimuli where's the other you the independent
Take the bus or drive the car your destination planning all depends on how it works with your efficiency the trip itself is meaningless heading toward
It's been 18 years since fetus, and suddenly I'm on my own I can vote, play bingo, smoke, enlist, but can't seem to let myself go I guess I'm leaving
I'm just a stupid, simple guy locked inside this caged routine too dumb to find a key so here I am, scarfing down the bliss of an average-Joe American
I'd always come to your house, and sing you sweet songs. We'd listen to Y.M.A. and rent bad movies everyday. I'd call you up, all the time. We'd talk
Through the plaque and tartar stains, I brush apart and excavate to show an adequate display of a smile for you girl Dental floss and Listerine enough
At first they seem deceiving as both sides try getting laid misogynists and party chicks may never see the day when they give up all their prior engagements
One Day, You sit and wonder how you ever got here, It all seems like a giant nightmare, I want to wake up but its not a dream, its not a dream. Lately
Remember the time I asked you out, Right outside the parking lot. I really thought that you were mine, Until you gave me a hateful sign. I wanna go back
It's six oclock on friday night, practice just ended, Austin says allright (ALL RIGHT!) Let's go to Red Bank. Let's go to Red Bank, tonight. If we get
Nowhere trying to get somewhere anywhere but here claustrophobia we're boring audience snoring where are we going we're going down been through some stupid
Strangely enough, we'll miss that paradox: a red state represented by three blueish guys mentally prepared, but uncomfortably scared of moving on- whatever
Translation: Dingus. I'm Really Old.
Translation: Dingus. Teeth.
Translation: Dingus. Stupid.
