My feet are so black and blue and so are you"
I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn
To smell California in sweet hypocrisy floating
She took pity on me but most likely because of my band
Please take me out of my body up through the palm trees
Bloodily through my tongue and my teeth
Go sob in your bed, if life is twice as pretty
We live with woe
They all just laughed and said
I stood proud in the gallery
"That boy , he, that boy's got woe, he lives with woe"
She said, "I can't get laid in this town without these pointy fucking shoes
(Horizontally, hey)
And this girl who I met whose pride makes her hard to forget
And these visions of death seem to own me
It's all I can get when I'm lonely
(Woe, woe)
My senses surround my body,
In the quiet of the classrooms all across the stacked United States of Woe
So now I'm forging ahead past all the plutocrats who sold me out
To form a makeshift militia and burrowed
Once you're dead then send me a card
I'm still the optimist though it is hard
With my open socket of a mouth for them to see
