Kristine's depression never seems to end,
Because she'll never be as skinny as the girls on Friends
She's got fat hips and thin lips,
She's jealous of a Q-Tip, she'd take stupid over fat,
She stuck her fingers down her throat for the very last time today,
And she walked away. [Ooh, ooh, and they walk away]
Malcom's got his image, his rock in his crack,
And if he lives to see 20 he will have beat the clock.
He's got his ride, and his pride, and girls by his side,
He makes stands with his gun in his hand,
He saw his best friend lying on a stainless steel tray,
And he walked away. [Ooh, ooh, and they walk away]
And the destination's clear, anywhere but here.
[Chorus]
Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter,
Doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered,
Doesn't matter that you're covered in scars,
You're never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars.
[Chorus]
So walk away from those boyfriend bruises,
And the shame of the game that your brain knows your losing,
And that job that you do, it just robs you of who you can be when you're free from this mentality,
So you're home by the phone getting stoned all alone with your chat room friends with your Korn and Ramones
But the phone don't ring, and Joey just sings sedated, you got to learn to hate it.
[Chorus]
