Mr. Nothing Gets Worse

(album: Deer Tick, Vol. 2 - 2017)

Yeah I'll make a crash landing [?]
I'll step in your cake and I'll ruin your party
If nothing comes out when I maybe try and speak
Then I'll live my damn life how I damn well please
Did you get a big whiff of my dirty old laundry?
7-97, a Monday or a Friday
Every [?] I know well they never did blame me
The door slams shut, you know it's never gonna change me

Nothing you've seen and nothing you've heard
Nothing gets better, Mr. Nothing Gets Worse

Help, I've fallen and I can't get up
My head's on backwards and my eyes are glued shut
Got lost halfway down the pumpkin trail
Threw away the key to my skeleton jail
Nothing but silence on my radio waves
Musta slipped my mind, was today today?
Feeding our feelings to the ceiling fan
There's birds in the bush, there's nothing in my hand

Like nothing you've seen and nothing you've heard
Nothing gets better, Mr. Nothing Gets Worse

Well I tell you now, won't you take me to your room?
Got a college degree, can I be a majority?
I swear that I read, I just bought a book
But I left it in my car, institutions are the worst
Forget all the kids with the college diplomas
Thought that I knew but I guess I don't wanna
Get ready for the worst 'cause I know that I'm the best
Like a child with a toy and I'm just a sticky mess

Like nothing you've seen and nothing you've heard
Nothing gets better, Mr. Nothing Gets Worse

Come on, party!