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Finish Last
04:11
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You, you tend to forget me
Because I dont ruffle your feathers
Oh I'm just trying to make a good impression
By cooking my famous Baked Alaskan
But that, that won't cut it
Guess I should change my tune
Tell some people off now and again
I wanna live on a diet of rage and narcotics
But all I can muster are probiotics
I just, I just cant be that guy
Not much to do about that
Guess I'll adopt a cat
Please, please hate me
Just tell me who I got to be
No I cant do that
Maybe it's because I'm just a little bit boring
Maybe I shouldn't blame my faults on others
Please please hate me
Just tell me who I got to be
No I can't do that
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2. |
Bad News
03:09
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Now I know that we are through
I just want to be with you
But temptation is killing all my common sense
Once in every blue moon or two
You would come into my room
Now I feel like I am drowning in a soggy mess
And everything I thought I knew
Was proven to be quite untrue
Everyone thinks I'm bad news
And I do too
Everyone thinks I'm bad news
And I blame you
I modelled myself after God
And dropped a light hint into your palm
But your stupidity is blocking my content
You took your mum's advise
Went out and found yourself a brown-eyed handsome man
Boy did you do well
Now just because my eyes are blue
I'm shit out of luck with you
Everyone thinks I'm bad news
And I do too
Everyone thinks I'm bad news
And I blame you
Everyone thinks I'm bad news
And I do too
Everyone thinks I'm bad news
And I blame you
Everyone thinks I'm bad news
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3. |
Can't Complain
03:11
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I was torn to shreds by a pack of dogs on Thursday
It was ok
You cut out my spleen when I only needed a checkup
Guess that’s my fate
Some people say I’m a pushover
And I tell them that I’m not
But they insist I am
So I guess I am
I know that the world
Will never be exactly how I want
We, we can’t enjoy anything
Unless, unless you like it too
Some people you don't like are getting married
Oh that must be stopped
And now they want care for an orphan
Well don’t let ‘em adopt
Oh no, they’ve taken the Christ out of Christmas.
Better call the cops or the state dept. Or the FBI
Yeah you know better than everyone, so why even try?
I know that the world
Will never be exactly how I want
We, we can’t enjoy anything
Unless, unless you like it too
What’s the point of living if everything goes your way?
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I spent all day trying to not annoy you
For a guy like me it's pretty hard to do
Giving the shortest possible answers
To your stupid fucking questions
Without being rude
I used to offer my thoughts to everyone
But now I've realised most of my thoughts
Are dumb
Everything I think is dumb
Everything I think is dumb
Everything I think is dumb
I spent an hour trying to talk with you
For a condescending prick it's pretty hard to do
No, muslims are not the problem
With your stupid fucking country
I'm a libtard
I used to offer my thoughts to everyone
But now I've realised most of my thoughts
Are dumb
Everything I think is dumb
Everything I think is dumb
Everything I think is dumb
Yes yEs, YoU whiStlE wEll
liKe thE pSYcho kiLleR in The mOviE M
I hAd sYmPaTHy foR tHat pSYcho Too
Your pSeUDo-InTelleCtual, sPiRituAl buLLshIt
is gEttiNg hArd To hEar fRom SpaCe
I'll go fuck my face
I used to offer my thoughts to everyone
But now I've realised most of my thoughts
Are dumb
Everything I think is dumb
Everything I think is dumb
Everything I think is dumb
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