Lesson One Lyrics

Lesson One...

I've got an overdue library book in the trunk
And your dad still thinks I'm gay
Chris threw up on my shirt, he was drunk
Jodie Foster's still a babe

Don't you want to get out of the East Bay?
It's too late to have fun at the open shows
Lets spend some more time on the internet
Tell the message board kids what they already know

There it goes, another year has died
And we're just fine, laying low
On the hot, burntly sidewalk
I sleep sound, underground,
And we hold each other up
Know I will die at your hand;
The supply and demand has got old

I've got an overdue library book in the trunk
And your dad still thinks I'm gay
Chris threw up on my shirt, he was drunk
Jodie Foster's still a babe

Don't you want to get out of the East Bay?
It's too late to have fun at the open shows
Lets spend some more time on the internet
Tell the message board kids what they already know

There it goes, another year has died
And we're just fine, laying low
On the hot, burntly sidewalk
We sleep sound, underground,
And we hold each other up
Know I will die at your hand;
The supply and demand has no hold

And I won't hang out with my shirt off
In front of no one, but you

Oh no, there it goes, another year has died
And we're just fine, laying low
On the hot, burntly sidewalk
I sleep sound, underground,
And we hold each other up
Know I will die at your hand;
The supply and demand has no hold