Front of the line Get it inside What have we gotta know? Don't you wish you Could be in there, too With the privileged view inside? So I suppose I'll wear your clothes 'Til they fade And gather holes Mingle around Working the crowd Talking to girls you know Tell them that you'll Apology to Win riddles and quotes out loud But I suppose That I get old Your brain will fill Full of holes Uh oh You had a laugh Then caught a cab Stopped at an ATM I didn't get in Went home to bed Lied there 'til 4 a.m. But I suppose The world will go Swallowed up Into holes Uh oh