Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Yo! Bum rush the show!
There s a cop salivating on the patio
And my mind is in remission
The finger snacks are on display
Traveling in your spirit
It s better to be lonely with bologna
Hey, stack up the bills
The highway is covered with weight-loss pills
And I m eating all the coupons
They taste like special skin
She s the gal I long for
I d love to smother her with leftovers
Now there s a dead kid trying to sleep
And the shallow side of things
Never looked so deep
Well, it s less than you expected
Cause it s more than you could ever know
If you can t pull off bitterness
Some slight alienation could be just as good
SOLO
And it s the most depressing cop-out
My eyes did ever see
I d rather be your own
I d rather be my own worst friend...
Let me try that one more time!
I d rather be your worst friend
Than my own best enemy!