[Intro]
"i made this as Kimya Dawson as possible"

[Verse 1]
Call me kooky, call me crazy
All my friends have fucking rabies
Lice, and scabies, maybe, trust me:
SCPD grunts are shady
Monday Funday, cheesy Tuesday
Farmers market money wasting
Rid our coffee shop of wannabe-punk misogynist tailies
This world is scary but that's okay
If we work hard then we can fix it
Climb the roof, turn on the bat signal: all the homies come and kick it!
I haven't seen a bar of soap in weeks but fuck, I feel terrific!
The ocean down the street from my house is anything but pacific

[Verse 2]
And if I were to die right now in some sort of
Fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well that would just be okay and
How the fuck can you live your life with an ambition other than helping others and
Having fun, and think that that's okay?
Maybe that's just what I needed to smash into the side of my skull: 16 ounces of Baja Blast as the pickup truck peeled out and drove off
I didn't wake up with my clothes on for the second time this week, i guess that's progress
But it's not cuz I'm not getting any sleep
So, please don't ask me all the reasons for what
I write into these songs cuz for this one someone told me
"write a song that sounds like Kimya Dawson"
[Outro]
And if you're gonna kill yourself, well fuck it, it's your own life
And if you wanna kill a cop, remember to yell "fuck life"
And if you're gonna touch yourself, remember what I look like
And if you wanna fuck yourself, remember what I look like