A deer was in the headlights ‘Till shattering the windshield A bee thrown behind by autumn Just another bleedin’ insect left for dead
You up for sale? You up for sex? You up for talking just a bit? Not a whole lot though
I drove straight to Terra Madre ‘Cause I wanted to tell them That I was on BrooklynVegan once And I didn’t really like it all that much And I learned it happened anyway Something to complain about And I’d do it all again If it meant gettin’ to be mad
And if we know that we’re not different And we know that we’re ambivalent To each other Maybe let’s just stick Together Yeah, one-two-three-four
And in the interest of silence I’ve been tryin’ not to call you I know two can play at that game I’ve been playin’ for longer than I care to admit And it breeds resemblin’ But it stops any argument from spreadin’ To where it hurts
Why won’t you tell me fuck off? Why won’t you tell me fuck off? Why won’t you tell me fuck off? Fuck off!