You know how it feels to be standing next to someone, accidentally, awkward
Interactions, hands touch, accidental, lateral, repeating myself
You know how it feels
Latitude
You know how that feels

I don’t mean to be rude
But where do you get off?
Please keep your hands away from the dial

Socialism, don’t forget I made my own religion
On a mission, on my nation, homie, hold me still like a photo picture
Only kill on Nintendo systems
Only frills if I intend to be bullsh**

When did we swole
Friend of these old
Dickinson sisyphus with the sycophants in its and its soap
Lichtenstein literal, ditch divine pictural
Bits of my minerals
Sip sublime syllables

I don’t want to be anonymous
I don’t want to be left alone
I don’t want to be synonymous
With the sound that ever went
Boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom

I don’t want to be anonymous
I don’t wanna, wanna

I don’t mean to be rude
But where do you get off?
Please keep your hands away from the dial

I don’t mean to be rude
But where do you get off?
Please keep your hands away from the dial

I don’t want to repeat myself
Please don’t make me repeat myself
And I don’t want to repeat myself
Please don’t make me repeat myself