I said today I wrote a song
About looking to belong
In an altogether isolating age
I use words like skin and bone
And microchips and silicone
And got a little meta singing about singing in a cage
I recorded impromptu
Then I snail mailed it old school
To the business types at the labels of magazines
And by the bloggers grace
And by limewire and myspace
We're gonna sell it off to the hipsters and preteens
All of this is just a punchline
Oh, and the bullies getting bullied in the lunchline
The way's what you give
Just like spitting in the wind
So come on, give a little love this time
We go to bars at night
And we insist they dim the lights
And then we try to see each other in the dark
"We're all so different", so we claim
But the parts that are the same
They mean a lot than all the differences by far
All of this is just a punchline
Oh, and bullies are getting all bullied in the lunchline
It's the tonic in your gin
Bitter is bitter's only friend
So come on, give a little love this time
Come on tell the preacher
That we do not fear the reaper
And it started out with a cowbell and a dream
But we've come here to play nice
Armed with hormones and old-spice
Because the future's so much brighter
Than it all too often seems
All of this is just a punchline
Oh, and the bullies are getting all bullied in the lunchline
It the way that you give
The light of day's just ROYGBIV
So come on, give a little love this time
Drop and give a little love this time
Oh give a little love, alright
Alright
Okay
Everybody