Wish I could call in sick todayOr simply tell them I won’t stayCause I intend to let you downRestore my pride and leave this townIn a few days I will breathe with two lungsI don’t believe in everything I doI don’t believe in everything that’s trueOnce I did believe in youI know a thing or two about youAnd you know a thing or three about meLately we have been itchyThe more you sell, the less I liveAnd even when you grunt I giveIn a tasteless extra largeI nick a hundred from the harshBuy myself some lovely glitter varnishI don’t believe in everything I doI don’t believe in everything that’s trueOnce I did believe in youI know a thing or two about youAnd you know a thing or three about meLately we have been itchy