Dance and laugh and play. Ignore the message we convey.

It seems we're only here to entertain.


A rebellion cuttofit. I refuse to be the soundtrack to it.


While we entertain we're still kneedeep in %#@!.

There's something wrong inside.


We've played it safe, enjoyed the ride.


You won't like this but I've something to confide.

We stand for something more than a faded sticker on a skateboard.


Now we've rained on your parade and we're out the door.


And I don't even care any $#&@ing more.

Witness this pair in accomplice.


Witness this pair; lethargic, unconscious.


No brows furrowed in question, complacent, completing their tasks

(no questions asked)


Consider this critic a cretin,


Just resting on laurels completely invented.

Word acrobatics performed with both harness and net.


I am so full of %#@!.


But I will remain until this selfawareness fades

Until I defeat the purpose of this soapbox that you made.


That you made.


Hope, perseverance, a vision (some doubt).

Green ink, a 26 oz., a bad case of bigmouth.


A sum of our parts and I've never laughed harder.


A song in our hearts and I've never laughed harder.

It don't really matter cuz nothing's ever felt as right as this.


(by the way, I stole this riff)