Quincy

Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Little band, it doesn't matter We're trading backstage egos over veggie platters Yeah, I've been hit by cars, I've lived in bars I've puked up more talent than these kids can imagine And I don't even find it hard Yeah, you selfish little freaks, you seem complete And that's what I find so hard to believe Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Yeah, I write poetry on Starbucks napkins Yeah, I leave it on tables just to see what happens Words so incredible they bring tears to their eyes I can see right through their laughing, so I take home my prize All you selfish little freaks, you seem at peace And that's what I find so hard to believe Yeah, you selfish little freaks, you want that leash And that's what I find so hard to believe Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream? Yeah, you selfish little freaks, you seem at peace And that's what I find so hard to believe Yeah, you selfish little freaks, you seem complete And that's what I find so hard to believe Quincy, is this still a dream?