LYRIC

Okay so when your pally is a doorstep
Step over him and coat
When your mommy is a French press
In a cafe called no hope
Your belly aches
On benches where buses never go
Now tally up the misprints
And tell them told you so

And Tell them told you so
And Tell them told you so
And Tell them told you so

This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to go
This is not how it's supposed to

It's all right, It's all right
It's all right, It's all right
It's all right, It's all right
It's all right, It's all right

Uh uh umm
So let me clear my throat
When you look at me like fool
Shit some fucking kind of joke
A crooked man's in motion
So straighten up your tone
Weekends you take the kids

See and not another stroke
Tends to make the ends fit
Right in between your spokes

Right in between your spokes
Right in between your spokes
Right in between your spokes

It's all right, It's all right
It's all right, It's all right
It's all right, It's all right
It's all right, It's all right

Some kind of fucking joke
So let me clear my throat

This not how it's supposed to go
This not how it's supposed to go
This not how it's supposed to go
This not how it's supposed to

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