Times Square 5:00 A.M.
Cries from the brendom
Tickle my fat
Call my names and you'll never get it back
Sip it from the coffee cup
Sip it like a cat
Call my names and you'll never get it back
Some ice, the freezer
So sickle, direct
Call my names and you'll never get it back
Fickle's in a pickle
Fickle's gonna snap
Call my names and you'll never get it back
My my
I like it better on the other side
A place to hide
I like it better on the other side
It makes me cry
la la la la la la la la
la la la la
Now if I was the king
I'd keep it in a hat
Call my names and you'll never get it back
Looking through the lense telescope uncapped
Call my names and you'll never get it back
The stars all orange, the skies all black
Call my names and you'll never get it back
A rich mans prison
A poor mans shack
Call my names and you'll never get it back
My my
I like it better on the other side
A place to hide
I like it better on the other side
It makes me cry
la la la la la la la la
la la la la
Jumping jacks
Over sidewalk cracks
And flying around
With the bellfree bats
Can't keep me away from the incoming tax
The stabbing backs
And the life of facts
A dawn of the dead
Is a knife for the living
And one handshake gives the gift that keeps on giving
A sliver, a slice, a rip for the ripping
The sunrise lies draw the curtain on the ceilign
My my
I like it better on the other side
A place to hide
I like it better on the other side
It makes me cry
la la la la la la la la
la la la la