[Verse 1]

Mic City Sons seem to dumb everything down

I got wished a lot of luck

And I'll tell you what it's worth now

[Chorus]

It's a cold-blooded style

It never was worthwhile

You're as good as they come

But you're such a fucking trial

[Verse 2]

You went and called me up

Do you bother me on purpose?

You make me feel like I'm half my age

And at least twice as nervous

[Chorus]

You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline"

And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind

[Verse 3]

It's a miracle how no offense is taken

But I'm full of them, man

Any time you feel up to face them

You go drink your problems still

A statue in the barroom

You've got feelings left to kill

Yeah, I won't forget it too soon

[Chorus]

It's a cold-blooded style

It never was worthwhile

You're as good as they come

But you're such a fucking trial

You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline"

And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind

You don't want me to speak my mind