I don't think it's funny I don't wanna fight I don't feel like playing air guitar tonight Gangster can cry too Though our tears are liquid gold That we dry with paper money When the world is feeling cold I open every cupboard But nothing was inside No I am not playing drum fills On the rodeo talks tonight Can we escape this mountain With poetry Can we escape crystal skull mountain With stand-up comedy When we reach to maud Will we have built a boat No we won't