Love thy man Fresh I am Glove in hand Sing in band Man I love feelin fresh Hand in glove, fresh to death Pretty faces fit in in many places Except the stages in community spaces These ugly punk bands, man they hate the combos Should prolly change our name to the handsome mongos, cuz Man I love feelin fresh Hand in glove, fresh to death I see everyone around me But there'll always be a boundary I see everyone around me But it will always be about me Got love for the wicked and the mad Not too much, just a bit man, a tad Got some love for the wicked and the mad But just a bit man, a tad I've got some love for the wicked and the mad Not too much, just a bit man, a tad Got some love for the wicked and the mad But just a bit man, a tad Cuz Man I love feelin fresh Hand in glove, fresh to death