Infinite Knees

It's time to get up And get dressed Christopher is eight today and I must look my best I hope there's cake Oh God, I fucking really hope there's cake I hope you like it This present I bought it with my pocket money I'm actually quite jealous Where's the cake? Oh shit, and happy birthday by the way We've got three hours A whole eternity We've got superpowers And bruises on our infinite knees It's time to get up And get dressed Christopher's thirteen today and I must look my best I hope there's a DJ Spinning records Mom and Dad approved It's kinda hard To fit in I've got pimples like a mountain range and no one wants to climb them Except for Christopher 'Cuz he's ugly too and he knows how much it hurts We've got three hours A whole eternity We've got superpowers And bruises on our infinite knees La la la la Oohhhhhh La la la la Oohhhhhh La la la la Oohhhhhh La la la la Oohhhhhh It's time to get up And get dressed Chris is twenty-one today and I haven't seen him in ages I hope he's okay Oh God, I fucking really hope he's okay Oh what a night What a life Throwing up next to each other Man you're like a brother You're still Christopher And you're still ugly but you're girlfriend don't mind We've got three hours A whole eternity We've got superpowers And bruises on our infinite We've got three hours A whole eternity We've got superpowers And bruises on our infinite knees