This whole big trench belongs to me
I reserved it late last spring
Think I'll spend the winter here
or else I will smack you.
Sometimes things just make
And when the other flakes fall,
I will invest in them all.
Send me your tired, your weary,
and Simon hates this song.
I was always too high strung,
must have been the cocaine.
Now I search for ob livion,
to keep up with Icky Pop.
Now I just keep up with me.
And he snorts his own snot.
When the world finally ends
I'll be in offshores again
in this blue shopping bag that I guard
Like the strings of my heart
that play like ping -pong,
and Simon hates this song.
It's a pity all the girls he likes
This song takes up so much time,
I don't know why I go on.
Life has more rips in its seams
than any novelist's dreams,
Cause Simon hates this song