I am an anarchist, an antichrist, an asterisk I am an anorak, an acolyte, an accidental I am 11 feet Okay, eight Six foot three I fought the British and I won I am a rocket ship A jet fighter A paper airplane Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Say what you will I am the kill The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real I have a tendency to exaggerate just a little bit I am a plagiarist, apologist A walrus coke head lizard, oh, oh I am an optimist, a closeted misogynist I fought the British and I won, oh, oh, ah I have a wishing well A living will A magical eight-ball Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Say what you will I am the kill The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real Put Pat Sajak back in office Put Pat Sajak back But the sun still sets on you And the retarded party nobody came to But you and so you drink to all the emptiness Until you wake up and there's hell to pay again And the punchlines point at you And all the comebacks in the world are in your head And you can't say them until everybody leaves And it's just you and your imaginary friends Your imaginary friends Your imaginary friends