been bothered so long that I've forgot
what I was first bothered about
I'm heavy into real strange shit
I won't get into now
the car got hot, the windows fogged
& then the glass read out
the most beautiful
"fuck you"
I've ever seen
Please don't speak Marcel Marceau,
a better friend I'll never know.

declaring my short lived love for you
on a wall
with paint and aerosol
The world is great
The world is good
The world is shit
my hometown sucks
my hometown sucks
Please don't speak Marcel Marceau,
a better friend I'll never know.

do you remember when yr friends
thought the world was round?
The world is nothing like
we once thought it was
I thought it was the end of them
but somehow they escaped
through the air vents
do you remember when yr friends
thought that you were cool?
but then they found out the truth
Or better yet, remember when
all that shit would matter
and how it should never matter again