Shit For Brains

Come all to the show down the street
It's me on the front lawn with an apple in my teeth
In school, in job interviews every day
In every single way, we're on display
Oh it's just the way that they make everything such a lie and true at the same time
And there goes me, long-sleeved flannel and stained pair of jeans
Walking down the street in summer heat just looking for a new way to murder my days
Me and my shit for brains