I can't recall the last time that I wrote a song. 'Cause inspiration's a thing you have to borrow. Well, the money keeps comin' up short, Even though the workday is so long. I'm just tryin' to survive tomorrow. Oh, but if the truth gets out that you're wingin' it too, Would you let that be the end of you? Or would you maybe think the box you're in Is way too small, or you're too big? Maybe it's just time you faced the truth. It's gonna end way too damn soon for you and me To set root I realized the wasted hours I've spent have a limit. So I'm burning all my white collared shirts and bow ties. 'Cause life is just way too short for bullshit. I've got just a few more things to do, Before I die. But if the truth gets out that you're wingin' it too, Would you let that be the end of you? Or would you maybe think the box you're in Is way too small, or you're too big? Maybe it's just time you faced the truth. It's gonna end way too damn soon for you and me To set root Or would you maybe think the box you're in is way too small, or you're too big? Maybe it's just time you faced the truth. It's gonna end way too damn soon, Oh too damn soon, no, it's gonna end way too damn soon

(Judge: Ahem, Mr Pistaccio. So good to see you. As "retribution" for your crimes, you have been sentenced to be hung by the neck until dead. Have you any final words? Pistaccio: Just, a few.) If I were a real boy, you'd cut me from the strings where I swing. But you've got me hanging by my hands, feet, neck, and, I'm just a toy. To have, to hold, and to enjoy. Mass produced to be discarded, lost, Destroyed by society. And the esoteric constraints that weave between Every single meticulously stitched seam, That sews us To the fabrics of corporate lust. And when they've had their fill we'll all return to Dust on their souls. Their intentions clear and hackneyed with tolls. But this puppet junta will rise up and take control. (Judge: Is that what you think, Pistaccio? Somebody get this man a nice fuckin' cigar. You've earned it.) Well I'll be spending frivolous, While penurious pockets will lust for All my gold, but I'm too unjust And too damn smart to give it up. But it doesn't matter, I've got rows of cars. I'm getting fatter while your children starve. You fight to break the mold I've made, It's an inadequate revolt displayed. (Give up, give in) I'm gonna take it all away. (Fight back, you'll sway) You're gonna die today. (Give up, give in) I'm at the top, I am the king. (Fight back, you'll swing) Submit to me, mercy I'll bring. Maybe. Well he'll be spending frivolous, While penurious pockets will lust for All his gold, but he's too unjust And too damn smart to give it up. But it doesn't matter, he's got rows of cars. He's getting fatter while your children starve. You fight to break the mold he made, It's an inadequate revolt displayed. (Judge: You see Pistaccio? Don't you get it? this is all a game. A game of power, and I'm in control. You lose. Pistaccio: You may win this time, but there are thousands like me. And they're gonna rise up, and someday you're gonna pay-)

Against my better judgement, While I'm not quite the pundit, To the social norms or society; I'm actively acting lively and Freakishly to everybody, They think that I'm a regular behaving, Just seem like I need attention but please. Don't you see That I am simply being me. But you don't see me so clearly, so Take a little sip, Drink a swig off of the tip of your drink. I'm on the brink of losing Every single piece of mind. One peaceful thought at a time, And there is no rhyme to the reason of this, Pariah paradigm And so I sit at this bar alone. Wanting nothing more than just to go home, But home is where the heart is so I guess, Home is in the gaping hole that's in The back of my head. I can't go home until I'm dead or until I have made A true friend in the end, oh in the end we'll all be Friends, so Take a little sip, Drink a swig off of the tip of your drink. I'm throwing up in the sink again Again, again, I'm holding back my hair, Aren't I a true friend? Me, myself, and I. That socially inept guy, And he's talking to his feet, Walking down the street, Hands beneath the seat of his pants, It ain't discrete when he dances Alone. Sitting by the telephone. Won't somebody please hand this fuckin' dog A single freakin' bone Oh oh oh, oh oh oh. Now quietly through the darkness, As I'm creeping past the corpses Of my helpless alter-egos, That I use to hide the sorrows of a Something-cidal love affair. Between me and a crock of thin air. I dump them in the river and I stare As they hiss and they curse "beware Of all-encompassing judgement. Though you're done with us, You're not exactly finished yet." I'm finally free of the lies and the torment, But I'm still standing all alone on the pavement. Me, myself, and I. That socially inept guy. And I'm falling out of step, Tripping up the rest. Wearing my whole hand on my chest, And maybe it's just best if I'm alone. I'll call my home on my cell phone; Talk until I'm nothing more than Dust and bugs and bones. Oh, oh, oh.

I am Just a carbon bag of bones I'm a big ol' meat burrito, I can't answer the phones. And if you think that you will hear from me, You don't understand, That I'm just one fucking person, And I've only got two hands. And I'm insidious, But I'm not some creep in your bed. And I hate to think it's me who's gonna mess with your head. So pull the plug. Rip it right out the wall, And realize that I'm the only one who's been makin' all the calls. And I must, Rid myself of desire, Because I'm getting close enough to you to be Burned by your fire. And I'll keep on inching closer Yeah, it takes 3 degrees For me to effectively be killed Because I'm like a disease. A fine caress, If I may With soft finesse you hold our sway And the light of day is gone tonight But this last dance with you seems so right. If only a lifetime this could last Oceans of emotions I can't get past. Each thunderous wave, Will indefinitely crash Against this indestructible, unsinkable craft. There's a pummeling current that I must tear through, To the warming storm of lightning that surrounds you. And then darkness, Abate by the sun. But our splendid encounter has only begun. For the stars, though receded As the light of dawn breaks Shall return unimpeded as our world rotates Like we do now, Eye to eye together. Hoping somehow this could last forever. And we escape Infinity's facade. While holding one another In our eternal promenade, But then again we're back here at the beginning, yeah We're singing of love, But we're just Fucking sinning.

All the kids, all the kids, all the kids say: All the kids my age, Doin' lines of cocaine. Starin' at the TV, Tryin' to figure out who they wanna be, All the kids my age, All the kids my age. OW!! All the kids my age, Takin' drags of their cigarettes. All the kids my age, Die in vain for their instagrams. (Tucker's best gospel Soprano impression) All the kids my age (all the kids, all the kids) x12 All the kids my age (All the kids, all the kids) Doin' lines of cocaine, All the kids my age (All the kids, all the kids) Poppin' out babies. All the kids my age (All the kids, all the kids) Wonderin' where they're gonna stay. All the kids my age (All the kids, all the kids) All the kids my age (All the kids, all the kids) All the kids my age (All the kids, all the kids) I don't know, whatever.

We live in a country where dropping bombs is like nothing. Where spreading hate is not enough, Because you have to walk away with something. We share our pics and click our likes, But the whole world knows that we're bluffing, Because when it comes to opening arms, It's more like we're pushing, And shoving everyone else down. We don't blame one freak but the whole crowd, Unless it's a white boy. We just zone out, Because 'obviously no-ones been reaching out to him'. We won't call him a bad guy, Instead he's mental because of his skin It's funny, I'm pretty sure that's where a genocide begins. And its not enough, To push all these innocents away. Back to a war torn country, Ravaged by the greed of the leaders of the free From our senators day. We leave them there, Penned up and tucked away So when we drop the nukes, None of the terrorists could possibly get away. Hit me with something, tell it to me good. Teach me a lesson, one that we should have Embraced a long time ago. Hit me with something, tell it to me good. Teach me a lesson, one that we should have Embraced a long time ago. And they tell us it's okay. This is the land of the free, The land of the brave. Since grade K, We repeat their slogans in school, But we don't pray. To our dear Lord, dear God, Dear Anyone-Up-There: What is the price that we pay, To keep the innocents Digging mass graves for the lives that we slay In the name of the american way Of 'life'? There's one love. I don't care whose god. What will it take for us to lay down our arms and just move on? Unity. That's what we've forgotten When all is lost, And we are all downtrodden, Put aside the difference. Look down at the fabric. The cloth that we are cut from, Is the same damn cotton. Hit me with something, tell it to me good. Teach me a lesson, one that we should have Embraced a long time ago. Hit me with something, tell it to me good. Teach me a lesson, one that we should have Embraced a long time ago. Hit me with something, tell it to me good. Teach me a lesson, one that we should have Embraced a long time ago. Hit me with something, tell it to me good. Teach me a lesson, one that we should have Embraced a long time ago.

Never wanted to be the one to let you down, But everybody thinks that they deserve to be the king Of this mud puddle town. When did we decline into this self-centered society? Look at me, look at me, look at me. I blame reality TV, For the fact that I am not where I want to be, Just another grain of salt dissolved in the sea. Oh please, Don't you see, don't you see, don't you see What I see in me? Nor do I, And the world won't pause a moment when I die. So here we are again, Talking to each other like we're just friends Stuck in a never-ending game of pretend A damned life that we both want to defend. We see dreams projected on the screens, It's enough to make you scream. You see in me, Everything that I wanted you to be. A stereotype assigned by society. Never enough to think we are okay. You said what you said, I thought what I needed to say. Never spoke it, and at the end of the day It didn't really matter anyway. So here we are today, Packed my bags and you told me to go away. Television romance; it fails anyway. Bullshit. C'était un amour parfait. Never wanted to be the one to rip away the ground, But we're so stuck in thinking that we are the ones Who run this fucking town. When did we get hung on all these liabilities? Like all the expectations of how a real relationship should be. I blame the pricks on MTV. For making it seem unnatural for you to be you And for me to be me. Oh please, Don't you see, don't you see, don't you see The sweet relief? Nor do I. And the world won't pause a moment when we die. So here we are again, Talking to each other like we're just friends Stuck in a never-ending game of pretend A damned life that we both want to defend. We see dreams projected on the screens, It's enough to make you scream. You see in me, Everything that I wanted you to be. A stereotype assigned by society. Never enough to think we are okay. You said what you said, I thought what I needed to say. Never spoke it, and at the end of the day It didn't really matter anyway. So here we are today, Packed my bags and you told me to go away. Television romance; it fails anyway. Bullshit. C'était un amour parfait.

It finally feels as though the feel that I'm feeling, Is the feeling of something for real. And all of the misconceptions were byproducts of my deceptions, Recollecting only things that would appeal. So now that I'm looking back upon each wise-crack, It's a tall stack of things that should have never been said. But it's alright, and I can fall asleep at night, Because I killed the prick in me and now he's dead. You kept the good in me alive, I was like a dead man walking. On the edge of wrong and right, But I got no issue with the jive, Or the songs that we'll be singing, Or the lives that we'll be living, 'Cause with you right by my side I finally feel alive. And I can finally breathe the breath my lungs have been bereaving, Under the water that is way over my head. And all of the bad connections, Reconciled without imperfections Redirecting consequences justly said. So now that I'm looking back upon each poor choice, It's a hollow voice of words and lies, Aimed at the innocents. But everything is okay, And I can smile throughout the day, Because I bite my tongue and keep it in my head. You kept the good in me alive, I was like a dead man walking. On the edge of wrong and right, But I got no issue with the jive, Or the songs that we'll be singing, Or the lives that we'll be living, 'Cause with you right by my side I finally feel alive. (It finally feels as though the feel that I'm feeling, Is the feeling of something for real. And all of the misconceptions were byproducts of my deceptions, Recollecting only things that would appeal.)

I've walked these city streets 10,950 times, oh my. Just waiting for time to stop by, And not fly. I've sunk into these puddles skipping down the road, oh no. I hope that I do not erode into the sand of my home. It's not the change that scares me, Or leaving. It's not the fear of death, that keeps me praying and saying That I've walked these city streets 10,950 times, oh my Three times a day, ten years. Just to watch the time fly by. I've seen these city lights illuminate the darkness Day after day Waiting for the quiet to contemplate My great escape I feel so tethered to this track, But I'm just bound by my own stare. Waiting for the train to come and take me Far away from here. It's not the pain that gets me. It's the wait. And is this ticket even good? How can a train be ten whole years late? 'Cause I've walked these city streets 10,950 times, oh my. Three times a day, ten years. Just to watch the time fly by