we're hurtling through space at top speed
so don't be surprised if you get a nosebleed
i also know for a fact that we're small
so don't go drooling over the size of crossgates mall
we are a tick in a forest of trees
so it's no surprise that you can never find your car keys
sun's big and bright but it's a small star
i often wonder how the hell we've made it this far
i really hate it when people complain
about preventable heart disease and a little rain
little green men, they could be our friends
we keep them away with recurrent 70s trends
who can explain a world with cell phones
intricate computers and the likes of jenny jones?
i really hate it when people complain
about broken escalators and a little rain
i really hate it when people complain
about how tipping's overrated and a little rain
tomorrow we might not be here at all
we could get hit with a big flaming fireball!
time's running out, so please don't delay
know who you are more than you know how much you weigh
i really hate it when people complain
about what they should have done yesterday and a little rain
i really hate it when people complain
about all their broken promises and a little rain
