The top is watching your fly Sleeves dangling along its sides And stitches coming undone All around the collar Crying, it just itches down Strapped onto a body it doesn't belong to Nor does the skin Flesh reaching out But the arms have no elastic to let go So I say: It is okay They are ba*tards, we are better than them This is as close as we will let them So tie up your shoes and run... The top is watching your fly Halfway down your finger pushing The top is watching your fly, fly And land on your thigh It's okay, it is okay They are ba*tards, we are better than them This is as close as we will let them So tie up your shoes and run! It's okay, it is okay They are ba*tards, we are better than them So tie up your shoes and run...