Mic city sons seem to dumb everything down
I got wished a lot of luck and I'll tell you what it's worth now
It's a cold-blooded style, never was worthwhile
You're as good as they come but you're such a fucking trial
You went and called me up; do you bother me on purpose?
You make me feel like I'm half my age and at least twice as nervous
You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline"
And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind
It's a miracle how no offense is taken
But I'm full of them then anytime you feel up to face them
You go drink your problems still; a statue in the barroom
You've got feelings left to kill, and I won't forget it too soon
It's a cold-blooded style, never was worthwhile
You're as good as they come but you're such a fucking trial
You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline"
And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind
You don't want me to speak my mind
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