As he turns the page of a shining new card entitled, "To:
the pissing of a stranger"
Fakes a last look down with a saccharine frown at the cold crass
colors of the papers
And with a staggering tone, he exclaims, "It's not easy
being me, taking all the blame."
Well try and avoid the cracks next time, sonny, and you'll maybe
do us all a favor

(Chorus)

This is all a trick 'til the summer time's over
This is all a trick ' 'til the tides rise high
It's our only chance for the rest of forever
He's a real waste of food and he's looking at you

So he looks down into his own little thousand holes and knows
that he's flirting with disaster
But he can't stop his mind from attracting the flies but this
train won't travel any faster
And with a garrulous croak, he maintains, "It's just the
way I am, hovered in the flames."
Well try to avoid being burned next time, sunshine and you'll
maybe do us all a favor

(Chorus)

Looking at you, a real waste of food (x 3)
Looking at you, looking at you
Looking

(Chorus) x 2