Buddy, pull back the wool

And I'll lay down in your bed

Either thoughts, or threats, and envy

Like poke, and prick, and pry til we’re dead

Lady called her evening every ending day

The world meets your smiles

Open hand, and pays the ones that beg

That they can come back plastered in style

[?] stand side by side

One collapses, while the other smiles

It's so easy to hate the things you're good at

It’s much harder to watch them fail

Put me down and let's get coffee on the corner

You look like you could use one yourself

These paper mornings

Like fire, light us around

Taking the town

Just pay it

Just pray it

Just pay it

I am, I am, I am

Dark and light deep out of forest

Which do you think might win?

You can make an effort, one way or another

One side goes down, but the next time it wins

Black circles, and yellow complexion

Baby, open your raccoon eyes

Don't let your feet touch too often

Do you? Maybe? Neither do I

And neither do I

And neither do I

And neither do I

And neither do I