He's a busted main line but you ought to hear him out   Bleeding fortified wine out of the injury that I call my mouth   Trying to insult some crazy fucker from the south    Whose arrow comes to pick me out   And so I'm waiting for a shot of white noise   I don’t want to hear no stupid screaming little half-assed middle-class boy   Because I've got a headache    And I'm already full of useless stories   Erin, come pick me out   Because I've got a headache    And I'm already full of these useless stories   So Erin, come on, pick me out   Erin, come on, pick me out   A broken arrow