If I could laugh about everything that happens to me.
That happens to me, what happens to me.
I just should laugh about everything that happens to me.
What happens to me now?
What happens to me now?

Stop. Stop. Go. Blank sugar socket.

Your trashy novel muse, she had her way with me.
She sent me in every direction, with no discretion
I look at all the tricks that I pulled off this year
It doesn't seem right now, it doesn't seem right here

I gotta blank sugar socket and I run so fast
I just make up a story and I want it to last.
I gotta blank sugar socket.
And it's time to go.
I just fell on my head with a ghost from the graveyard.

Walking across Main Street with my head all wrong.
Too much attitude to get where I'm going.
If I could keep from fucking up just one more day.I think about it.
Then I just throw it away.

I gotta blank sugar socket and I run so fast
I just make up a story and I want it to last.
I gotta blank sugar socket.
And it's time to go.
I just fell on my head with a ghost from the graveyard.

Go. Go. (Blank. Blank. Blank.) Go.

Waiting in the basement for my girl to come by.
We'll talk about islands and beaches.
Rum and Discos.
"Tonight", she said, "we leave here."
We leave here for sure.
I'm still waiting here.
I can't keep waiting for her.

I gotta blank sugar socket and I run so fast
I just make up a story and I want it to last.
I gotta blank sugar socket.
And it's time to go.
I just fell on my head with a ghost from the graveyard.

Sitting in the theater with my headset on
Another psycho guy. The same plot unfolds.
Superheros out there on the streets somewhere, sucking in July air.
I bet Jesus was there. But he's not here.

I gotta Blank. I gotta. I gotta blank sugar socket.
And I run so fast. I just make up a story.
And I want it to last. I gotta blank sugar socket.
And it's time to go. It's time to go.