What that was I'll explain See I came, felt so bad So bad... So bad... Taste all things dressed with That first stab First stab! First stab! All things dressed with that first stab! That baseless stab! The paint of shame, dripped Down my hand! Ugh! You don't want to make it Easy, that's right You could miss some muscle Being uptight You don't want to make it Maybe, that's right You could miss some muscle Being uptight Still I Can't go back to that bar Laughing along You're a good child You have seasoned me with Badness, but I am no fool! I blow it off! A subtle seasoning of Sadness, but every Morning new I blow it off! Merely a seasoning of Badness, but every Morning new I blow it off! You have seasoned me with Badness, but I am no fool! I blow it off!