Prude Boy

I put in the time I paid my dues I took their cues Watching these other Motherfuckers Get their way But now it’s time It’s time that I got mine These fakes ain’t got nothing on us These local snobs They’ll never have what we have They’ll never have this Two birds One stone Mind drifter Shape shifter Your mother The art teacher Simple things Simple creatures Take off that mask So I can your pretty face We can up and leave this place We were never meant to live in this much fear It’s subtle but it’s there (I knew I’d like you) I think you should stay I think you’ve had too much You shouldn’t operate heavy machinery Because you mean too much to me Yeah, you mean too much to me I ran out of words, but this is the worst song on the album It’s okay, the rest of the songs are a lot better than this one You can just ride it out and thank me for it