I am not a reason to be reasoned in a polyester cloak

She is always thinking, always waking up in increments of hope

Don't dare drop it right before it's greater

I am not your California saviour

But it's true, I'm not ready for the move

It's true, I'm not ready for the move

All about the crocs, the surly strong

A bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs

Twirling his thumbs

Tracing circles in the motel, write the cheque and skip the meal

Rockets run that's made for fun is bound to end in ordeals

Don't you feel the energy is potent?

I am not your selfless wounded rodent

But it's true, I'm not ready for the move

It's true, I'm not ready for the move

All about the crocs, the surly strong

A bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs

Twirling his thumbs

Measure yourself in line

Against the other simple fines

The other simple fines

There is no match in my files

I'm clumsy and pulling the blind

Pulling the blind

But it's true, I'm not ready for the move

It's true, I'm not ready for the move

All about the crocs, the surly strong

The bastard in a room, twirling his thumbs

Twirling his thumbs

Twirling his thumbs

Twirling his thumbs

Twirling his thumbs