Critics Choice

If you need me
Want me
If you can't
Define me
Lead your life
The way you want to
Cut your way
Cut your way
The way you want to

We're a punk brigade

You sit behind your oaken desk
Predictions are made like all the rest
I can't believe what you're trying to profess
It's up your ass
It's up your ass
Did I pass the test?
May I please stay?
Would you renew my contract
For another day?
Please?

Yeah, this is the actual thing
You know, kind of mellows out
Gets kind of romantic, I think, at this point
Yeah, creating kind of a
Hooty, uh, F-sharp
Progression, um