If I pour my heart, my soulIt doesn’t mean my work will sellBut breakthroughs in modern scienceMean that I can keep quite wellWhen my itch is fresh and oozingI can sit around for hours in a dazeHoly are ghosts and girls from high schoolMy phantom vibrations and the sweet believingSuperstitious versions of myselfI never got to say good-bye, never got to say goodbye. NoI like to watch you play and dick around with your cameras babeLike a song through the charts or the fat through your heartI thought I was moving on up, hey movin on upHoly are ghosts and girls from high schoolMy phantom vibrations and the sweet believingSuperstitious versions of myselfI never got to say good-bye, never got to say goodbyeNever got to say goodbyeBye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye