Fists up in our faces. How did we end up here? Standing in policed lines – don’t you know who I am? I hang out with all the pariahs; everyone is almost done with me. This will be our name, this will be our name. So listen: the buck stops here or I’m gonna lose it now.
“M…A…L… is that too personal? Gimmie an M! A! L! We’re international!”
I hang out with all the pariahs; everyone is almost done with me. I hang out with nothing but pariahs; everyone has had their fun with me but the world is really gonna love you. The world is really gonna love you. The world loves you.
