Lyrics:

Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't wanna go
Then I think of all the things that I don't wanna do
And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna meet

I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the prince of poverty hangin' out in bars
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool

My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
Your obviousness disgusts me I see through your macho lies
I'll fight everything you stand for
There's something in your purse baby, my head is

Getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn

Warped Tour Version

Togheter on the sand
We walked hand in hand
On the beach last summer
She smiled to me
I had my dick inside her
Country music played on the radio
So I turned it of
We walked down to the water
As I fucked your grandma's daughter
The way it swept us away
What a hoo
What a hoo we've won
What a hoo

Sometimes I think of all the places I don't wanna go
Then I think of all the things I don't wanna do
Think about the people I never wanna meet
I close my eyes and I go to sleep

Tully baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the prince of poverty, I hang around in bars
You're life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel

Your obviousness disgust me, I see through your macho lies
I'll fight everything you stand for
There's something in your purse baby, my head's getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn