Wearin' this crest on my sleeve Where are the hose and gate keys? We're in a vicious kind of passive-agressive circle Pressing those rubber buttons Sick to my goddamn stomach I could tell all the jokes in the world if I really wanted to Wearin' this crest on my sleeve You don't have the guts to address me We're in a silly kind of over-friendly rotation Walk down from (???) Faking his sobriety I could tell all the jokes in the world if I really wanted to But I don't want to