Mic City Sons seem to dumb everything down
I got wished a lot of luck
And I’ll tell you what it’s worth now
It’s a cold-blooded style
It never was worthwhile
You’re as good as they come
But you’re such a fucking trial
You went and called me up Do you bother me on purpose?
You make me feel like I’m half my age
And at least twice as nervous
You go out whistling «Sweet Caroline»
And I’m being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind
It’s a miracle how no offense is taken
But I’m full of them, man
Any time you feel up to face them
You go drink your problems still
A statue in the barroom
You’ve got feelings left to kill
Yeah, I won’t forget it too soon
It’s a cold-blooded style
It never was worthwhile
You’re as good as they come
But you’re such a fucking trial
You go out whistling «Sweet Caroline»
And I’m being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind
You don’t want me to speak my mind