Lyrics
Are they siblings? Are they dating?
Is the game that we are playing
At the festival in Kentucky
You say they are definitely fucking
I'm a baby, tall and softish
Forty dollars in my pocket
When life gives you a lemon
Cut a hole in it, smoke some resin
I don't think that this is working
I don't think that this is working, yeah
I don't think that this is working
I don't think that this is working, yeah
There's an eyelash on your left cheek
I wanna tell you, but you're yelling
It's anticlimactic
Winning this argument
You're a wrinkle in the paper
I am a New Jersey State bird
A bandana on a broomstick
You can't fire me 'cause I quit
I don't think that this is working
I don't think that this is working, yeah
I don't think that this is working
I don't think that this is working, yeah
