We're officially bored for the rest of our lives
we're filled with spark plugs, matches, and knives
why risk the sound?
why shoot a plane out loud?
I'll just say ba ba ba ba ba / ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
the aunts and uncles of 3

To rip off shreds of aggrevation
to completely fail your motivation
why leave this town?
Why burn your mansion down?
I'll just say ba ba ba ba ba / ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
the aunts and uncles of 3

sharp jets and tiny holes
vaulting into the keep
I can't keep it straight
when you've got so many pockets of grief

to hit the road without warning
to fire blanks into the awning
channel 66
never got a reception like this

Just say...