You Up? - Good Morning

A deer was in the headlights

'Till shattering the windshield

A bee thrown behind by autumn

Just another bleedin' insect left for dead

You up for sale?

You up for sex?

You up for talking just a bit?

Not a whole lot though

I drove straight to Terra Madre

'Cause I wanted to tell them

That I was on BrooklynVegan once

And I didn’t really like it all that much

And I learned it happened anyway

Something to complain about

And I’d do it all again

If it meant gettin' to be mad

And if we know that we’re not different

And we know that we’re ambivalent

To each other

Maybe let’s just stick

Together

Yeah, one-two-three-four

And in the interest of silence

I’ve been tryin' not to call you

I know two can play at that game

I’ve been playin' for longer than I care to admit

And it breeds resemblin'

But it stops any argument from spreadin'

To where it hurts

Why won’t you tell me fuck off?

Why won’t you tell me fuck off?

Why won’t you tell me fuck off?

Fuck off!