how harsh the herald angels sing
i've been puking my guts all morning
oh too bad the hex of unfairer sex
it's difficult and it's boring


i guess i'll just quit drinking
i guess i'll just quit smoking
i guess i'll need some names
alvin, william and james
doctor tells me you're joking


take the bus to the free clinic on clemens
with my headphones on, no music
don't sit next to me


glad lee, the cross-eyed bear
walks into a bar
she says "you don't know how lucky you men are."
the tenants who live below me
all pretend they don't know me
'cause they don't see a ring
now they know everything
they whisper and don't "hello" me


but talk your shit man, i don't care
it's blank for a boy, but for a girl it's claire