Even Adam Kevin Helen - Into It. Over It.

If I stood Sin City on its side

A towering right-hook of lights about 10 miles high

And you can fear not

Cause my entire face hurts

A swollen jaw and blood on my shirt

From the fat-lip that this dry air provides

But, who is taking sides?

A one-hundred-and-twenty hour alcohol party

In a blur of business cards and catalogs

Getting started

And no one’s been pronouncing my name right

No one’s been saying my name right

Making my waiting more urgent for a new home

And a four hour red-eye flight

No one’s been saying my name right

No one’s been saying my name right

No one’s been saying my name right

No one’s been pronouncing my name right