Chopping veggies for my stir-fry .
Nearly chopped my hand off when I heard this
I’ll be the one to show you the way
You’ll be the one to always complain
Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang
All out of fags and I just can’t wait
Cancel the thing that I said I’d do
I don’t feel comfortable talking to you
Unless you got the zipper fixed on my shoe
Then I’ll be in the lobby drinking for two
Eighteen, balding, star
Golden, fallen heart
Look at the shakies, what’s with the blush?
Fresh off the plane in my fuzzy rush
Everyone’s gathered to idolize me
I hate the way you talk, your Japanese scream