Pugsley: What if she never totures me anymore? How would I manage? What if she never nails my tongue To the bathroom floor? What if she walks away Leaving me a-ok Hiding each power tool Why would she be so cruel? I could stab my arm myself Could rip my tonsils out Could set my hair aflame I could spray my eyes with mace But face the fact, without her It wouldn't be the same... Pugsley (Spoken): Grandma, what if there was this girl who met this person and they're gonna run away and live alone and eat apples What would you give her? Grandma (Spoken): Nothing. She's your sister. Be happy for her Pugsley (Spoken): But what if she doesn't get rid of him? What if all the good time are already behind me? Grandma (Spoken): That's life, kid. You lose the thing love Pugsley: Wednesday will drink and then She'll be herself again Lucas will leave her be So she can torture me Just like she always did 'Til then I'm just a strange, fat kid