let's start a band in austin, texas who gives a damn if nobody likes us? we'll make some tapes, give them away for free we'll play some shows on sixth street if we get the opportunity we'll sleep on couches we'll jam in basements we'll play your house if the living room's spacious yeah, we'll have fun and maybe hit the road we could pack all our gear and drive a van to san antonio now let's start a band [come on, we gotta start a band] let's make some tapes [you play guitar, you've got the hands] let's play some shows [we've got ourselves the perfect plan] it'll be fun, oh it'll be great we won't get women we won't get famous some online critics may publicly shame us while they stare at screens we'll just enjoy our songs do everything ourselves so we can make it sound the way we want we won't make money we'll only lose it it might sound ugly but we'll call it music we'll sing real loud and maybe blow an amp we'll r.o.c.k. stages but we won't sound like john mellencamp yet let's start a band [come on, we gotta start a band] let's make some tapes [you play guitar, you've got the hands] let's play some shows [we've got ourselves the perfect plan] it'll be fun, oh it'll be great you know i can't wait let's start a band give a damn make some tapes for free play some shows on sixth street drive our van to san antonio you've got the perfect hands you've got the perfect hands we've got the perfect plan let's start a radical band let's start a band [come on, we gotta start a band] let's make some tapes [you play guitar, you've got the hands] let's play some shows [we've got ourselves the perfect plan] it'll be fun, oh it'll be great it'll be rad, yeah it'll be gnarly [you've got the perfect hands] it'll be fun oh it'll be great [we've got the perfect plan] it'll be fun yeah it'll be great [you've got the perfect hands, ah yeah] oh it'll be fun yeah it'll be great let's start a radical band you've got the perfect hands we've got the perfect plan

i saw her slam-dancing there stagediving, fist in the air headbanging jet raven hair i couldn't help but stare piercings all over her face forked tongue, impeccable taste her record collection's not tame from maiden to in flames the windows shake, then break my ear drums start to cave she's my hevvvy metal babe and i can't complain keeps me up all night with her cats and snakes and i won't no i'll never be the same she's metal straight to the bone candles and skulls in her home black sabbath case on her phone i'll call her all my own full sleeves tattooed on her arms crosses and serpents, true art she shreds electric guitar sends blast beats through my heart she doesn't bite too hard i've only got twelve scars she's my hevvvy metal babe and i can't complain keeps me up all night as the solos blaze and i won't no i'll never be the same we could spend all day at the record store buying tons of junk that we can't afford she picks judas priest and i'll stick with bjork we both agree we'll pass on korn she's my hevvvy metal babe and i can't complain keeps me up all night with her slayer tapes and i won't no i'll never be the same she's my hevvvy metal babe and i can't complain keeps me up all night with her whips and chains and i might yeah i might just go insane she's like no other (ever) she's like no other (ever) she's like no other, ah yeah i love my hevvvy metal babe

there's more than one way to skin a curious cat there's only one way to calm a furious bat my head is spinning fast and my mind can't keep the pace little did i know that's what plagues the human race if curiosity's what killed the cat and ignorance is bliss [is ignorance bliss?!?] i'd pay somebody money just to pull my thinking cap over my eyes... for blind happiness, yeah! there's more than one way to skin a curious cat there's only one way to calm a furious bat there's ninety-eight percent i would just as well erase i'd stand and face the facts fact is, the facts are hard to face if curiosity's what killed the naïve cat and ignorance is right next to godliness [is God my witness?!?] i'd pay somebody money just to pull my thinking cap over my eyes... for blind happiness, yeah!!! there's more than one way to skin a curious cat there's only one way to calm a furious bat there's more than one way to skin a curious cat there's only one way to calm a furious bat cuz what you don't know, don't know, don't know could never hurt you, hurt you, hurt you just close your eyes and hide your head in kitty litter close your eyes hide your head in ignorance and skin the naive cat

a half-crumpled letter with some tape and a stamp holding it together the best they could, the best i can i don't need a motive to recreate a memory now because i'm grateful somehow i don't wanna waste your time tonight but words serve as monuments to the monumental wrongs and the insignificant rights you hand me a bottle of your best booze a heartless consolation prize for everything a loser has to lose i don't wanna waste your time tonight i keep on spilling my spit on you i don't wanna waste your time tonight i keep on spilling my spit i don't wanna waste your time tonight i keep on spilling my spit on you i don't wanna waste my spit tonight i won't waste my warm saliva i don't stand a chance bloodshot conjunctiva and i'll never wreck your plans bloodshot conjunctiva i'll never waste your time again i'll never wreck your plans i'll never waste your life monopolize no more time i'll never waste your time again i'll never wreck your plans i'll never waste your life