The Scene Is Dead; Long Live the Scene - Cobra Starship

I’m not playing this game no more

I’m not a medicine, so call the medics

You’re all as dumb as you were before

Don’t ask me questions

I won’t explain it

It should be fun, but it’s getting old

I take my medicine to be your favorite man

You think you understand but you don’t

You’ve got no idea at all

And in between the sentence

There’s still assemblance

Intelligently screwed

Oh yeah, it’s all right

'Cause I got a pretty face

I guess that I can sing all right

Oh yeah, it’s all right

I can love you like a sailor

I can make you dance all night

Maybe you’ll understand when I’m gone

That you had no idea at all

That in this very second

I’ll never mention the dreams I keep from you

Oh yeah, it’s all right

'Cause I got a pretty face

I guess that I can sing all right

Oh yeah, it’s all right

I can love you like a sailor

I can make you dance all night

Oh yeah, it’s all right

'Cause I got a pretty face

I guess that I can sing all right

I can be your favorite man

Don’t mean to sound like a rotten boy

For all my blessings, I’m surely grateful

'Cause I’m the dream you’ve been waiting for

I always dreamt that I would be your favorite

Oh yeah, it’s all right

'Cause I got a pretty face

I guess that I can sing all right

Oh yeah, it’s all right

I can love you like a sailor

I can make you dance all night

Oh yeah, it’s all right

I got a pretty face

I guess that I can sing all right

I can be your favorite man