Can You Please Not Help - Two Inch Astronaut

The consolation of a bad thing

That makes you feel just like your old self

Abraded

You know i think you oughta write this down

'Cause it could come in handy when you get too high

And mountain sick

Told my bad friend you can go to hell, hell, hell, hell

Told my good friend can you please not help, help, help, help

In competition with the bad guys just to see

Who can get away with feeling worse off

For the guilt

That’s so full of worms that i can’t even roll over

Put an ear up and i’ll let you listen to them whine

About their food

Told my bad friend you can go to hell, hell, hell, hell

Told my good friend can you please not help, help, help, help

However I may beg no matter how I scream

Don’t open the door, just look in the screen

'Cause everybody loves an annexed Halloween

With blood that don’t splash on your clothes