call me kooky , call me crazy , all my friends have fucking rabies , lice and scabies , maybe . trust me , santa cruz police department grunts are shady . monday funday , cheesy tuesday , farmers market money wasting . rid our coffee shop of wannabe-punk misogynist tailies ! this world is scary but that's o . k . if we work hard then we can fix it . climb the roof , turn on the bat signal : all the homies come and kick it ! i haven't seen a bar of soap in weeks but fuck , i feel terrific ! the ocean down the street from my house is anything but pacific .
and if i were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend , well that would just be o . k . and how the fuck can you live your life with an ambition other than helping others and having fun , and think that that's o. k . ? maybe that's just what i needed to smash into the side of my skull : 1 6 ounes of baja blast as the pickup truck peeled out and drove off . i didn't wake up with my clothes on for the second time this week , i guess that's progress , but it's not cuz i'm not getting any sleep , so please don't ask me all the reasons for what i write into these songs cuz for this one some fucking bro said i sound like a dude version of kimya dawson and i'm not a bro so fuck off you cis het piece of shit .