Like a new born baby deer
Or a non-alcoholic beer
Like a group of seven days
Or fat free mayonnaise

They’re just like your excuses you give to me
They’re fucking weak
Let’s try some honesty
Just like all your stories so full of holes they fucking leak
Quit patronizing me

Like a box of krispy kremes
Or a pair of worn out jeans
Like a wedge of cartoon cheese
Or some guy with leprosy
Just like all your stories so full of holes they fucking leak
Quit patronizing me
They’re just like your excuses you give to me
They’re fucking weak
Let’s try some honesty

Just like a broken pencil, a new liver for Mickey Mantle
Just like Inside Edition, the red carpet or Paris Hilton
Just like winning a Grammy, or speaking English to a cabbie
Like aimless, capricious, or senseless, They’re pointless