guys, girls, guitars
Singer:you am i
there's a guy singing in the edge of the room
making sounds through a face like a prune
he's got them fancy checkered pants and a chip in his tooth
suffocating from patchouli and smoke
here's the fifty-first song that he wrote
about the girl who split fifty weeks ago
and there's a weight sitting real heavy down there on his shoulder
the patented moves growing colder
the seventh chord just keeps getting older
just hit me if i get on a roll
but this all sounded so good in the bedroom cold
with a bridge lifted from my aim is true"