Текст песни
Today I wrote a song about looking to belong
In an altogether isolating age
I used words like "skin and bone," "microchips" and "silicone"
And got a little meta singing about singing in a cage
I recorded in ProTools and then I snail mailed it old school
To the business types at the labels and magazines
And by the bloggers' grace and by LimeWire and MySpace
We're gonna sell it off to the hipsters and preteens
All of this is just a punchline, though
Oh, and the bullies are getting all bullied in the lunch line, oh
The way is what you give, just like spitting in the wind
So come on, give a little love this time
We go to bars at night and we insist they dim the lights
And then we try to see each other in the dark
Well, we're all so different, so we
Claim, but the parts that are the same
Mean a lot more than all the differences by far
All of this is just a punchline, though
Oh, and the bullies are getting all bullied in the lunch line, oh
It's tonic in your gin, bitter's bitter's only friend
So come on, give a little love this time
Here we go
Come on, tell the preacher that we do not fear the Reaper
And started out with a cowbell and a dream
But we've come here to play nice, armed with hormones and Old Spice
Because that future's so much brighter than it all too often seems
All of this is just a punchline, though
Oh, and the bullies are getting all bullied in the lunch line, oh
The way is what you give, the light of day is just ROYGBIV
So come on, give a little love this time
Drop and give a little love this time
Oh, give a little love, alright, alright, okay, everybody