| I can see my welcome is wearing thin | |
| There's much conjecture about the state we're in | |
| I'm not feeling good as gold, I'm feeling cheap as tin | |
| I think it's time for my Ritalin* | |
| You say I don't care about | |
| You and all the things you can't live without | |
| You say it's only temporary | |
| We're going to end up in purgatory | |
| Couch...Fatboy**...Arms akimbo | |
| Is...Fatboy...We're in limbo | |
| Satan...Fatboy...Arms akimbo | |
| Couch is Satan...We're in limbo | |
| It's so impersonal on the phone | |
| We are one but we are alone | |
| You say it's only temporary | |
| We're going to end up in purgatory | |
| You say I don't care about | |
| You and all the things you can't live without | |
| I'm not feeling good as gold, I'm feeling cheap as tin | |
| I think it's time for my Ritalin | |
| Procrastination is second nature | |
| And prone to exotic nomenclature | |
| I think the more we put it off the more we | |
| Are likely to end up in purgatory |