I have walked down train tracks drunk at three a. m It’s no great trick, it’s not magic
When the trains don’t run till six
That’s the kind of guy I am The kind of guy who needs a girl
Who hates guys like me That’s the kind of world this is The kind of world that spins
Despite guys like me If my muscles were just as big as my brains
I’d have to fuck them up, too
I’d have to fuck up guys like you
That’s the kind of guy I am The kind of guy whose bleeding heart
Is on my sleeve
That’s the kind of world this is The kind of world that spins
Despite you and me If I had a magic wand
I’d wave it once and fake the rest
A ritual must be performed
Before we honor your request