Lyrics:

I am not a reason to be reasoned in a polyester cloak
She is always thinking, always waking up in increments of
hope
Don't dare drop it right before it's greater
I am not your California saviour

But it's true, I'm not ready for the move
It's true, I'm not ready for the move
All about the crocs, the surly strong
A bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs

Tracing circles in the motel, write the check and skip the
meal
Rockets run that made for fun is bound to end in Odiles
Don't you feel the energy is potent
I am not your selfless wounded rodent

But it's true, I'm not ready for the move
It's true, I'm not ready for the move
All about the crocs, the surly strong
A bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs

Measure yourself in line, against the other simple fines
The other simple fines
There is no match in my files
I'm clumsy and pulling the blind
Pulling the blind

It's true, I'm not ready for the move
It's true, I'm not ready for the move
All about the crocs, the surly strong
A bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs
Twirling his thumbs