Did you tell me, "What an utter cock"? With marking on a mirror, marking up a truck, You tie and talk me up Do you think your social's good enough? You turbo-charged the poise, but you can't turn it off And all the kids are fired up And now you're gone, I'm lying in your bed It's not my birthday, do not mind me I sold you out, the money's in the van You make it hard to be around, and I'll be around I'll be around I know a pig that has a big percent Maybe could you embarrass me enough? For sitting in the kitchen, for maybe staying over You think I'd dick you over Made it with your now boy, and you're off Looking for a wooden plane and Hershey stuff And anything to bring you luck Now you're gone, I'm lying in your bed It's not my birthday, do not mind me I sold you out, the money's in the van You make you hard to be around, I'll be around I'll be around I know a pig that has a big percent Firefly grounding, seeking, sounding Oh I hope you are not dead Yet.