It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a
Typical story where the
bassist kills the singer
And the guitarist and the drummer find
they're in love with each other
It's the story of the kid who
clearly won't know what to say
When the love of his life starts
to calmly walk away
And it's the story of the dad
who decides to chase his dream
He quits his job,
he falls apart and he loses everything
And it's the story of the kid who who
just wants to make a record
Loves and crafts it but nobody ever,
ever cares about it (well)
Hey hey, what's your name?
Talk is for the guys you hate
We should sit in silence while we
think of what to say, hey
Hey, hey, I don't think this is working out
Will you forget I even asked you
to come over to my house?
Hey, hey, I don't think I know much
But I know I couldn't take a good punch
So if you feel like I've
been talking enough
Just tell me to shut up and I
will gladly shut the fuck up
I'm afraid of everything
staying the same or worsening
So what's the point of finding calm,
when calm to me is unsettling?
Settle down, little kid,
your bones are shaking in your skin
Go and try and take a breath, though nothing more,
nothing less (it's a, it's a, it's a)
Typical story of the king who had it all
Except for citizens who didn't
want his head up on a wall
It's the typical story of the wife
who couldn't quit
Being in love with such
a giant piece of shit
It's the story of the queen
who could never ever think
Of any redeeming qualities
a man could ever bring
It's the story of the dog
who wanted to run away
'Til he learned that his life is
way safer inside a cage
I don't really need much
Just a place to be alone and
you won't really see much
I think that I'm invisible,
my mirror shows another guy
A guy doesn't do shit,
he just sits in his miserable
Everybody's gotta live a life
That they didn't ask for
Why would he put me here just to die?
Just to, just to, die
Hey
hey, what's your name?
Talk is for the guys you hate
We should sit in silence while we
think of what to say, hey
Hey, hey, I don't think this is working out
Will you forget I even asked you
to come over to my house?
Hey, hey, I don't think I know much
But I know I couldn't take a good punch
So if you feel like I've
been talking enough
Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the
fuck up
Everybody's gotta
hey, what's your name? Talk
is for the guys you hate
We should sit in silence while we
think of what to say, hey
Hey, hey, I don't think this is working out
Will you forget I even asked you
to come over to my house?
Hey, hey, I don't think I know much
But I know I couldn't take a good punch
So if you feel like I've
been talking enough
Just tell me to shut up and
I will gladly shut the fuck up
Hobo Johnson 
