Lyrics My Over, My Under - State Champion

My Over, My Under

How many fantasies never make it past the pillow covers
How many of the great love songs were wasted on the lousiest lovers
How many sunsets performed for those who were bored by the colors
I am not one of the wise-men, man, no, I am one of the others
Waiting in the dark with a friend of mine
To rent the water park in the winter time
A landfill for the airheads
Welcome to the end of the line
It’s 11 at the Tunetown Airport
Midnight at the bottom of my drink
Big bang on the upstairs neighbors' floor
Apocalypse in the kitchen sink
I’ve been sleepin' like a rodeo mime
What’s a guy gotta do for a wink
When they spelled my name on the plaque wrong
They spilled my secrets into the rink
All in all it’s all a shrug
Lord knows I’m a polo chile, life’s horn holdin' locker room drugs
Undergraduate smoke stacks becoming one with the patterns in the rug
(For) my over, my under, my love
Is it the one with the checkered tattoo
Or the one with the tribal past
To pull a meaningful night spent in conversation
With the neighborhood somnambulist
Housewives of the N.W.O
Postcards from the checkout line
I never knew that I could feel so low
At such high hours of the night
Cue the pollution and play its theme
Saturday morning, car towed to the sea
Playin' with company money (ooh) never felt so green
My over, my under, my Queen
Adam and Eve’ers on a Dixie crack bend
Modern dance lessons for the spiritually grim
The zamboni driver dreams through the perspective of the kiss-cam lens
Some people love playing the bad guy
Some people love playing his friend
Some people love playing the pass line
Odds are it’s all the same in the end, if you know what I mean
For my over, my under, my Queen
My over, my under, my Queen
Cue the pollution and play its theme
(For) my over, my under, my