Before the sun hits diaper hill I'm gonna chill So small and mad I can't resist Smiling at your little fist I can't tell I can't tell if it's funny as fuck Or really fucking lame So I'm just gonna wait over there I can't tell Is this a stone or a brick? I can't tell Is this the stones or the kinks? I can't tell Did someone put something in my drink? It's not a tumor and it's not a zit I can't tell I can't tell if it's funny as hell Or some type of revenge But I'm standing here dressed like The Crow I couldn't tell you where the apostrophe goes But you can slide it between the prison bars Somewhere there's a finger That I lost in the spokes And what I'd be without you Well, God only knows I can't tell I can't tell where I'd be or what I'd do Without you