You've gotta come into my kitchen for a crime
You've gotta shoot me with the cameras in your eyes
You've gotta tell me what to do about myself
Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic hell

Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans
Tin cans

You were always the first
But I think you've got your
Hands reversed, hands reversed
Hands reversed and cool for sure

Watching your weekends and your holidays combine
Trying to color in between the dotted lines
Your only souvenirs a suitcase full of sand
But when you feel like you're a million then I feel like I'm a grand

Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans
Tin cans

You were always the first
But I think you've got your
Hands reversed, hands reversed
Hands reversed and cool for sure

Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans
Tin cans

You were always the first
But I think you've got your
Hands reversed, hands reversed
Hands reversed and cool for sure