Lyrics:

violins and tambourines this is what we think they mean it's hard to say, it's sad but true i'm kinda dumb and so are you

when the mystique varies thus you can send a man to bury us it's hard to say, it's sad but true i'm kinda dumb and so are you

the last of the unplucked gems the last of the unplucked gems the last of the unplucked gems