A Poem by Adam Wolfson Songtext
von Craig Owens

I′m not trying to be your man.
I'm just trying to make you understand
The point.
It′s cold as hell in November in Detroit.
Even though it's Saturday, I'm staying in tonight.


Did you think you had it coming, did you think you had it right?
Did you think that you were wonderful and miserable tonight?
You say you didn′t mean it. But I think you didn′t care.
Cause to my face and before your God, this what you swear...

"Fuck yourself and fuck your family."
"Fuck yourself and fuck your family."