Loose lips might sink ships
but loose gooses take trips
To San Francisco, double dutch disco
Tech TV hottie, do it for Scotty
Do it for the monsters under your bed
but they make us strong and
We're just dancing, we're just hugging
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
I'll drop kick Russell Stover,
move into the starting over house
And know Matt Rouse and jest
are watching me achieve my dreams
And we'll pray, all damn day, every day
That all this shit our president
has got us in will go away
While we strive to figure out
These trying times without losing our minds
So if you wanna burn yourself,
And if you wanna cut yourself,
And if you wanna kill yourself,
Call me up before your dead,
we can make some plans instead
Send me an IM, I'll be your friend
Shysters live from scheme to scheme
and my fourth quarter pipe dreams
and more worth fighting for
So I'll curate some situations,
make my job a big vacation
And I'll say, "fuck Bush" and, "fuck this war"
My war paint is sharpie ink
and I'll show you how much my shit stinks
And ask you what you think because
your thoughts and words are powerful
They think we're disposable,
well, both my thumbs opposable
Are spelled out on a double word
and triple letter score and
