No, don't deny you lead a sinister life
Jesus Christ, you cry yourself to sleep every night
Oh my lord—you know you always do it the wrong way

Pam just got home. It must be six AM
She's sleeping with the landlord, just to keep down the rent
Oh my lord—you know she always does it the wrong way

Oh, and everybody's nothing
Oh, and everybody's nothing
And you're something.

I don't wanna break
I don't wanna shake
But I just don't know when to stop

Prozac and bed is just a poor alibi
Or everybody's running, and I don't know why
Oh my lord—you know they always do it the wrong way

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Oh, oh, oh, you're something
Oh, oh, oh, you're something
Oh, oh, oh, you're something

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Oh, oh, oh, you're nothing