[Verse 1]
Today I'm toy from the box bite marks on my arms
And I should have left this disgusting town by now
I'll wait up unsuspecting, melted cardboard playoff magazines
The absolute state of you, the absolute state of me
But mostly, the absolute state of you

It's just a matter of taste
It's just a lil more say
Ear mugs, promises
Coffee couch, big plants
Now you make it on toilet bowls
It's kinda after How It's Made
Laid up, how do you get payed?
Round head, big bucks, big face
Novelty hands, you're all over the place

[Chorus]
See what goes, going on
I don't know what's going down
Looker ups or upside downs?
Looker ups or upside downs?
See what goes, going on
I don't know what's going down
Looker ups or upside downs?
Looker ups or upside downs?
[Verse 2]
The absolute state of blue
The absolute state of blur
The absolute state of me and you
Ups, the absolute state of you
The absolute state of me
The absolute state of me with you
Ups!

(Chorus)
See what goes, going on
I don't know what's going down
Looker ups or upside downs?
Looker ups or upside downs?