We’ve dun goofed john

FUBAR I judge

The shit going on

It’s all too much

Bored and stressed

I’m sandwiched in-between

Musing in math

Dealing with being fucking seventeen

I never can seem to really care

But god knows I want to do good

To help you out with all your stuff

And vindicate the terrestrial neighborhood

Alas peace and possibility

Seems to be a train we’ve missed

Self-fulfilling prophecy

In a sea of risen fists

Dreaming ‘bout dropping out

And never looking back

‘Cause frankly baby, I’m quite fed up

With calling the kettle black

We figure with faulty algorithms

Reverse-engineering the universe

These tired minds won’t analyze

And I’ll tell you; it’s quite the curse

And truth be told I’m rather terrified

That I have no master plan

Down a drink, why don’t I

The weather’s great in the frying pan

I don’t sleep too much and it shows

Fighting nocebo with shampoo

I have to get back to cracking jokes

Not much else for me to do

Chasing tail

While hell freezes

We come in peace

And leave in pieces