I'm braindead
And you're carsick
And we'll never get out of this train wreck
I'm livid, and you're crying
You can take whatever, I'm buying
There's a new kid on the block
His house smells weird
But it's coming from the garage
I propose a strategy
We'll sneak in at night and hotbox the place with Febreeze
We'll break through the windows and shatter both of his knees
We'll burn that bridge when we finally cross it
Lose my mind and bury the hatchet
Land face first on the cold hard pavement
Teeth knocked out but I've won the argument