Singing with the worst worst worst worst worst
My body's made of dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt
We are our loins, we are our passions
Drinking coffee, favorite sweater, I realize I'm not getting better
Hurts to say this, no use asking, please just stop being distracting
I'll write something American, I'll read a book about baseball
Hello opportunity, there's the door
Laziness it binds me to the floor
Coming back home I am not surprised
Everything that gives me comfort dies