Getting Obscene, when you were young,
No holes in your jeans, it’s all alone,
Better bake your ideas, they’re underdone,
Boy you’re a tool now, get stuck in anything,
Well my heart is broken like everyone’s,
But there’s a song in my bones that keeps me hanging on,
And it’s you, and you, and you,
And She is not angry, she’s just contemplating,
All of the things we see and how we make them,
Turn on my stove and warm your bottoms,
Take a look in my throat it’s just a hollow cavern,
Give ‘em the chorus, make ‘em adore us,
Just give ‘em the chorus honey,
Give ‘em the chorus, make ‘em adore us,
Just give ‘em the chorus