Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Little band, it doesn't matter
We're trading backstage egos over veggie platters
Yeah, I've been hit by cars, I've lived in bars
I've puked up more talent than these kids can imagine
And I don't even find it hard
Yeah, you selfish little freaks, you seem complete
And that's what I find so hard to believe
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Yeah, I write poetry on Starbucks napkins
Yeah, I leave it on tables just to see what happens
Words so incredible they bring tears to their eyes
I can see right through their laughing, so I take home my prize
All you selfish little freaks, you seem at peace
And that's what I find so hard to believe
Yeah, you selfish little freaks, you want that leash
And that's what I find so hard to believe
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Quincy, can you hear me? Is this still that dream?
Yeah, you selfish little freaks, you seem at peace
And that's what I find so hard to believe
Yeah, you selfish little freaks, you seem complete
And that's what I find so hard to believe
Quincy, is this still a dream?