A deer was in the headlights
'Till shattering the windshield
Bee floating behind my arm
Just another breathing insect left for dead

You up for sale? You up for sex?
You up for talking just a bit?
Not a whole lot though

Drove straight to Terra Madre
Because I wanted to tell them
That I was all broken and vegan once
And I didn't really like it all that much
And I learned it happened anyway
Something to complain about
And I'd do it all again
If it meant getting to be mad

And we know that we're not different
And we know that we're ambivalent
To each other
Maybe let's just stick
Together
Yeah, one-two-three-four

And in the interest of silence
I've been trying not to call you
I know two can play at that game
I've been playing for longer than I care to admit
And it breeds resembling
But it stops any argument from spreading
To where it hurts


Why won't you tell me to fuck off?
Why won't you tell me to fuck off?
Why won't you tell me to fuck off?
Fuck off!