All the words in my mouth

That the scene deemed unworthy of letting out

Banded together to form a makeshift militia

And burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth



And I stood proud in the gallery

With my open socket of a mouth for them to see

They all just laughed and said

"That boy, he..."



That boy's got woe, woe

He lives with woe, woe



And this girl who I met

Whose pride makes her hard to forget

She took pity on me horizontally

But most likely because of my band



And that's all I can get when I'm lonely

And these visions of death seem to own me

In the quiet of the classrooms

All across the stacked United States of Woe



We live with woe



She said I can't get laid in this town

Without these pointy fucking shoes

My feet are so black and blue

And so are you



Please take me out of my body up through the palm trees

To smell California and sweet hypocrisy

Floating, my senses surround my body

I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn



So now I'm forging ahead past all the plutocrats who sold me out

Go sob in your bed, if life is twice as pretty once you're dead

Then send me a card, I'm still the optimist though it is hard

When all you want to be is in a dream