I was watching TV when you called Voice cracks, this time it's not interference Call the cops, call someone else Hands cold, irony of ironies In this long hot summertime So, you win But can't say that out loud And I'm worried, but quiet about it Does that make you feel better? We'll race the kids we hate into heaven You know they'll hate that You know I'm on your side So, you win But can't say that out loud And I'm worried, but quiet about it Does that make you feel better? Stop saying things you know aren't true Save that for your funeral Stop saying things you know are not true Save that for your funeral Drape the pitch-white pall, motivated To cough up blood upon your casket Your naive desire If I hear you say that again, (if I hear you say that again!) I will kill you myself This place is all white sheets and blue pants You can't be happy here Too beautiful You're too beautiful