fingers turn brown that's where I'll begin.
			I'm in this sad position I know I'm in the wrong
			when I'm all screwed around I can't count 7 friends that I got.

				'cause when I'm out with the fellas drinking
				up like a storm. When we're all out together
				they all say on your feet dance some more.

			I can't hold a candle to all that I pretend
			running around and the thought of my life going end
			over end. You probably feel it's righteous but I've died 100 times.

					When we're undercovers we joke with one another
					rules are only rules if we want them to be
					we can be the fools if we want to be in our hearts