| Oh, I just don’t get it, can’t seem to make sense |
| I got some jumbled up thoughts in my jumbled up head |
| I keep stumbling around on some jumbled up legs |
| I keep grumbling out some jumbled up text |
| Holding up both sides on the side of the road |
| Holding up your store, holding up your home |
| With the evening news of filth and wounds |
| A picket and a funeral on Sunday afternoon |
| Oh, that light shines bright in your eyes |
| You gotta find your confidence, learn your lines |
| Pick your class, pick your crime |
| Better take a breath, take it quick |
| 'Cause it’s piling up, yeah, the layer’s getting thick |
| And, oh, I just can’t seem to find the time |
| Alligator skin |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it is |
| Rubber-necking |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it is |
| Trash piling |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it is |
| When it’s all so boring, 99 cents |
| Up in your face, you know they got it |
| Got plastic stacked on cheap bank cubes |
| A perfect place for them to hang their noose |
| And everyone’s got a buy and they talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, |
| talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk about it |
| And they draw some line and make some point |
| Which way is right |
| And, oh, I just can’t seem to find the time and that light shines bright in |
| your eyes |
| Alligator skin |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it is |
| Rubber-necking |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it is |
| Trash piling |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it is |
| Alligator skin |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it is |
| Rubber-necking |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it is |
| Trash piling |
| Oh yeah, you know that’s how it’s got to be |
| Oh no! |
| Yeah, it’s got to be |
| Oh no! |
| That’s how it’s got to be |
| That’s how it’s got to be |