I used to pals with this guy
Who'd s** me up and throw me around
Then I was buddies with you
And your crowd was more my scene
And it's all mucked up and I'm so f**ed off
It's the same old style that opened my eyes
But apropos of that
My feet are here to stay
And I'll never tie my head
To anyone again
Used to hang out, it was fine
But he was just a mathrock boy
I wasn't into that time change
After 5 long days it starts to annoy
But when I hear the whigs of the afgan kind
In the best way possible I want to cry
But apropos of that
My feet are here to stay
And I'll never tie my head
To anyone again
Well the best that it can be
Is not too horrible
The worst that it could be
Is not impossible