No one seems to understand   why junk just sort of finds this band   it's high time we realize   let it come as no surprise   nothing ever goes our way   I'm losing hope today    God he must've been disappointed   never seen him so disjointed   It cost me 80 dollars       We really aren't that fucking dense    I swear to God we've got some sense   it ain't exactly shining through   Ean's face is turning blue   I wish this thing would work   you're gonna lose that smirk