Cadillac Is Foley

There's no soul, this is soulless

I don't know what I'm supposed to say
But a billion older people can do it the right way
One get stoned, one does origami
Is there something to escapism for me?

This is the only thing that makes me work
This is the only thing that makes me work
I've got your piss on my fingers
I've got your piss on my fingers

There was never a girl that liked the boy who liked her
There was never a girl that walked with me to the YMCA
She didn't have a heart
She was not made of gold
And no, she's not listed, no

If you break what I fix and you make it get sick
If I clap, if you laugh and you break it in half
Come back and carve up a switch
I hit you with it, you're a snitch