All of the faces we hold dear couldn't guess
All the traps that you've set have been hidden well
So break out the glasses, pour your fill
Chalk one up to the bland and the unpleasant
We're the scabs
So yell within reason, absurd and nonsensical
Thank both the lords for the bones of this mess
Hand over heart, I pledge love to the edited verse
Now in danger, you've bent to the best
Slapping the palms of the white
Business class knows no fear that joke may be overused
Careless and small, boring and heartless, pale and weak
Hundred reasons to strip myself of my skin