We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
How's it gonna 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 a way we can survive
These trying times without losing our minds
Shysters live from scheme to scheme And my 4th quarter pipe dreams
Are seeming more and more worth fighting for
So I'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
And I'll say "F**k Bush, and f**k this war."
My war paint is sharpie ink and I'll show you how much this 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
We won't stop until somebody calls the cops,
And even then we'll start again and just Pretend that
Nothing ever happened.
We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
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