Well, I heard the blinker's on I heard we're changing lanes I heard he likes to race I heard that six or seven words he likes to use Are always in bad taste And I heard that Monday's just a word we say Every seven times around And then we pin the tail on Tuesday Watch those strings go up and down And the elephant in the room begins to dance The cameras zoom into His mouth begins to move Those hateful words he uses
I don't care for your paranoid Us against them walls I don't care for your careless Me first gimme gimme appetite at all
And all the real estate in my mind is for sale It's all been subdivided Divided into reasons why My two opposing thoughts at once are fine The residue from the price tag On the tip of my tongue The words don't come they go How many likes I gotta get Before I know the truth And the truth is Season three will be a great reason To forget all about reality's A slippery slope Watch the TV scream and shout it
I don't care for your paranoid Us against them fearful kind of walls I don't care for your careless Me first gimme gimme appetite at all
Now I heard the blinker's on I heard we're changing lanes I heard we need more space I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste It's absurd to believe that we might Deserve anything As if it's balanced in the end And the good guys always win
I don't care for your paranoid Us against them fearful kind of walls I don't care for your careless Me first gimme gimme appetite With the residue from the price tag On those two opposing thoughts in my mind Us against them fearful kind of walls
Compositor: Jack Hody Johnson (Jack Johnson) ECAD: Obra #17961066 Fonograma #13888397