Did you tell me, "What an utter cock"?
With marking on a mirror, marking up a truck,
You tie and talk me up
Do you think your social's good enough?
You turbo-charged the poise, but you can't turn it off
And all the kids are fired up
And now you're gone, I'm lying in your bed
It's not my birthday, do not mind me
I sold you out, the money's in the van
You make it hard to be around, and I'll be around
I'll be around
I know a pig that has a big percent
Maybe could you embarrass me enough?
For sitting in the kitchen, for maybe staying over
You think I'd dick you over
Made it with your now boy, and you're off
Looking for a wooden plane and Hershey stuff
And anything to bring you luck
Now you're gone, I'm lying in your bed
It's not my birthday, do not mind me
I sold you out, the money's in the van
You make you hard to be around, I'll be around
I'll be around
I know a pig that has a big percent
Firefly grounding, seeking, sounding
Oh I hope you are not dead
Yet.