Passion paralyzes all my good intentions
Now I'm fighting with my body
Just to show you some sort of affection
While you try and call it affliction
I'm just calling it self discipline
While all this downtown negativity's been following me and stalking me
Between the university and Richmond street
Between those cocaine deals and bachelor degrees
I'd say I'm sorry but
All the girls at this party
They're into drama and Ginsburg and lemon lime Bacardi
They're into Okkervil River (Arcade Fire, Elliot Smith)
And trying to get to know everybody
Ya I'd say I'm sorry but
Hell is my backup plan
We're not a band motherfucker we're a gang
So let's hang
'Cause all we want to meet is someone out there with a little personality
'Cause heaven sounds boring for guys like you and me
So I'm getting Bukowski drunk
I'm falling down man I'm getting myself held up
None of these girls even get how great I was once
And I was pretty fuckin' great
Hell is my backup plan
We're not a band motherfucker we're a gang
So let's hang
'Cause all we want to meet is someone out there with a little personality
'Cause heaven sounds boring for guys like you and me
'Cause heaven seems like it's out of the question
At least with our reputation
Wouldn't you agree?