Bomb the Music Industry!
Get Warmer
It was fifty degrees in December
And the heat in my house is always broke
So it feels about twenty-five colder
And I can't feel my fingers and toes

I miss the G train with a passion
That used to be reserved for hate

And I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I know that I'm getting bored
Real bored of myself

Cause I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I know that I'm getting bored
Real bored of myself

It was 3:00 with friends in Boston
And I'm digging the winter's first snow
Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons
And I'm already sick of the cold

The bartender skipped my Tom Waits song
It's Wham! now, I wanna go go
Cause I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I know that I'm getting bored
Real bored of myself

Cause I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I know that I'm getting bored
Real bored of myself

Let's live like elephants, stomping on sycophants
Paws in a polygraph
Not favor loneliness over companionship
Let's not be jealous

Let's give the pretentious a cure
And not just a name

Cause I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I'm really more than just
Quite a bit bored with myself

Cause I'm getting too carried away
With the bullshit of leaving today
I didn't want to be
This damn unsure of myself
But it never seems to get warmer
No matter how far south you go
It'll get too hot in the summer
And the sweat will soak right through your clothes

And you'll feel self-conscious and awkward
And the feeling stays with you all day
Until you go and put on a new t-shirt
And throw that old one away