My Life's Alright Without You

New tongues for grass and a half a year's past for brats who sing New songs for friends who dirty their pants with mud in my hands Of course you want me Of course you want me Of course you want me to feel the way you do I was born to die my friends And we are the closest to the end Of our lives and your cryptic face is filling me with pain Ooh I hate you Ooh I hate you My life's alright without you