[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
It's a cold-blooded style
It never was worthwhile
You're as good as they come
But you're such a fucking trial

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline"
And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind

[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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