What do we all do
When there's nothing left to do
What do we all say
When there's nothing left to say
Do you sit and watch t.v.
To f*cking pass the time
Do you have hopes to some day
Make a dime
There's a guy I know
Who likes to sell his soul
Matter of fact he made a couple grand
An hour ago
But he doesn't like the way
He feels inside
Sometimes he says
I'd rather f*cking die
His girlfriend will do crack
And his mom will do coke
But when you mix them together
It's a great big joke
He doesn't know his dad
But you know he doesn't care
Because he came to the door
In his underwear
Get off my lawn
He said I don't know you
But even if I did
I wouldn't really want to
Your secret window is clouded
All dirty, dusty, and gray
Your secret window is clouded
I don't like you this way
Your secret window is clouded
How can you see me this way