Sesame Street Is No Place for Me

You commie-loving, death-counting, tally-keeping delinquent

I love the way you suck me in, it's my favorite form of sin

And all this nonsense banter, it's like I'm talking to an infant

I made the best mistake I could make

I've thought of worse before, but this takes the cake

So you're getting over me by getting under other people?

Adding insult to injury, what do they equal?

Did you pray to God to fall out of love with me?

'Cause I do the same, but in a different way

I ruined every holiday and hated every game you play

Your wish came true, now you're true blue

You're such a debutante, dilettante, miles of skin to flaunt

You will get what you want

And now you hang out around with the coolest cats I've met

You sold away what's left within, and left me with the mess that I've been in

A wishing well, a witch's spell, oh, the things that you will need

If your convoluted delusions of grandeur ever will succeed

What'd you do, fall on another accident?

I'd rather hang from a fucking ceiling fan

I can tell you think you're happy

But the audience is never clapping

Years ago, they might have loved you

You should have never let them touch you

Now they've cut you down into a film to snuff you

There's no mask that you can wear

If you've got no face to wear it on

Let's play bow and arrow with each other using tongues

Release our syllables and calculate who's won

We all dream we'll have it all one day

(What'd you do, fall on another accident?)

So count your beauty marks next to your scars

(I'd rather hang from a fucking ceiling fan)

No matter the victor, we're happy every wound is ours