Pop In G - Heatmiser

Mic City Sons seem to dumb everything down

I got wished a lot of luck

And I’ll tell you what it’s worth now

It’s a cold-blooded style

It never was worthwhile

You’re as good as they come

But you’re such a fucking trial

You went and called me up

Do you bother me on purpose?

You make me feel like I’m half my age

And at least twice as nervous

You go out whistling «Sweet Caroline»

And I’m being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind

It’s a miracle how no offense is taken

But I’m full of them, man

Any time you feel up to face them

You go drink your problems still

A statue in the barroom

You’ve got feelings left to kill

Yeah, I won’t forget it too soon

It’s a cold-blooded style

It never was worthwhile

You’re as good as they come

But you’re such a fucking trial

You go out whistling «Sweet Caroline»

And I’m being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind

You don’t want me to speak my mind