Today I’m toy from the box bite marks on my arms

And I should have left this disgusting town by now

I’ll wait up unsuspecting, melted cardboard playoff magazines

The absolute state of you, the absolute state of me

But mostly, the absolute state of you

It’s just a matter of taste

It’s just a lil more say

Ear mugs, promises

Coffee couch, big plants

Now you make it on toilet bowls

It’s kinda after How It’s Made

Laid up, how do you get payed?

Round head, big bucks, big face

Novelty hands, you’re all over the place

See what goes, going on

I don’t know what’s going down

Looker ups or upside downs?

Looker ups or upside downs?

See what goes, going on

I don’t know what’s going down

Looker ups or upside downs?

Looker ups or upside downs?

The absolute state of blue

The absolute state of blur

The absolute state of me and you

Ups, the absolute state of you

The absolute state of me

The absolute state of me with you

Ups!

See what goes, going on

I don’t know what’s going down

Looker ups or upside downs?

Looker ups or upside downs?