Hip cat, got your shoulders back, traded my glasses in for new contacts
I write my name in lower case on both sides of the paper just in case
College principles, shootin at them with pretend pistols
I'm too fly to be handing out, words of wisdom from the horses mouth
I've got no friends, you've got no friends, that sounds fine
Oh well, what the hell! I was certain that this cake would sell
I probably shouldn't have cut them into the shape of two kissing gentleman
Before we knew we threw grenades into our cubicles
Where did my brothers go to war, he's drinking urine off the bathroom floor
Haul ass I've got the cash, you've got liquor and a little less cash
I'm too fly to be handing out, words of wisdom from the horses mouth
The third studio album by this Iowan DIY rock outfit is charmingly shambly and off-kilter but undergirded with strong pop songwriting. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2018