Dude-a-form

Stretched across five miserable miles of parking lot
Are what seem to be the worst haircuts on Earth
And "Yo Dudes" talking in condescending tones
With neanderthal dance moves
At what's hardly a punk show

Maybe I'm reading too much into things
Maybe I'll feel better about it tomorrow
Maybe I'm reading too much into things
Maybe I'll feel better about it tomorrow
Than I do today

But I'm bothered just enough to say to you
That you've got the wrong idea
Or at least I'm pretty sure you do
Truly, I can't say anymore
And I stopped keeping score six months ago

So, I'll just keep my mouth shut
And talk in circles to everyone that I know

I'll paint you a picture
Fifty dollar faces in three-hundred dollar costumes
Hardly working
While me and people like me want to punch you like a time card

Maybe you're reading too much into things
The things you think you need to sell a record
Maybe I'm reading too much into things
Maybe I'll feel better about it tomorrow
Than I do today

But I'm bothered just enough to say to you
That you've got the wrong idea
Or at least I'm pretty sure you do
"Bitter" is not the word I'd choose
And "jealous" wouldn't work either

But, I'll just keep my mouth shut
And talk in circles to everyone that I know

I'll ask myself
"Who's got the wrong idea
Me with nothing or you with everything?"

"Who's got the wrong idea
Me with nothing or you with everything?"

I'm moving at speeds so fast you'd break your neck
I'm moving at speeds so fast you'd break your neck

Who's got the wrong idea?
You with nothing or me with everything?

Who's got the wrong idea?
You with nothing or me with everything?

Who's got the wrong idea?
You with nothing or me with everything?

Who's got the wrong idea?
Who's got the wrong idea?