Bozo

I’m not the silver slug

I’m not the competition

Don’t even bleach my whites

Not of my own volition

I won’t hear what you say

Go on, ask anyways, you're

A sore loser with a plot to spin

A prom queen with a toothless grin, yeah

Wet palms get stuck in a Bible

You’ve gotta learn to be careful

Wet palms get stuck in a Bible

Gotta learn, gotta learn to be careful

Out on the other hand

This cancer’s in remission

But we can’t win everything

New frames with the same old vision

I will, I think I might, I might, I think I must

Explain this

Lock this one up for good

I won’t but I know I should 'cause

Wet palms get stuck in a Bible

You’ve gotta learn to be careful

Wet palms get stuck in a Bible

Gotta learn, gotta learn, gotta learn, gotta learn

I don’t think I know how much it means

How much it means to you

Wet palms get stuck in a Bible

Wet palms get stuck in a Bible

Wet palms get stuck in a Bible

Wet palms get stuck in a Bible