That'll never be me, that'll never be me. That'll never be, never be me. Joe, she's written 65 songs about you, and they're all about pain.
Brains stick with brains.
The bomb could go off and their mutant genes would form the same cliques. There's no food in your food. No, my brother, you have to go buy your own. She gave me a pen. I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen.