Из альбома: Run Around, Run Around
We walk out every night
me and my left and right feet
into the month of april
when the wind is still sleet
And it's making me sneeze
All those flowers, all those tress
Why is everything that's good so allergic to me?
We would walk right up to you
And I would say just what I mean
Why are you so beautiful?
And why won't you call me?
And how are you so fucking cool?
That you don't even miss me
Why is everyone good so allergic to me?
And someday when I grow up,
I'll work in the pharmacy
and prescribe to everyone who is good
A me immunity
And they all will like me
Oh they all will like me
Oh everyone who's good will be in love with me