Why's a party like a sharps container?

Shaking hands, making friends

Something Something about passing judgement and only seeing the best in people

I guess I just missed school that day

Hell is other people using your bathroom

Shaking hands, making friends

There's a special place in hell for people that corner me at bars

And talk my ear off about their stupid fucking band

I might hate myself

But you, you're worse

Shaking hands, making friends

Shaking hands, making friends