Number Four: I'm a Piaget cliche mainstream he say with the moon in my pocket and the sun in my sway i declare war on brutality, it's a fallacy don't worry the irony doesn't escape me If i hack Rubert Murdoch's voicemails, could you lend me some money for the bail? I'm sick of the internet, I'm sick of the word fail and I'm sick of thinking that I'm living it, the taste has gone stale I'm sick of the haters, I'd join you fuckers but I'm not that kind, so you better run home now to your mama this caffeine makes the nicotene a little stronger, and I can't be bothered to be someone else Dear sir, I'm number four, my ticket's still good I brought the whole neighbourhood Dear sir, I'm number four, my ticket's still good I brought the whole neighbourhood I'm not understood, and i like it that way when the day comes I'll probably be long gone, it'll be one hell of a way to punch out, I play look out, in a stake out my ex is the culprit I'm making sure she doesn't turn another shtick into a burnout I'll donate my stem cells to research so Michael J Fox can do another back to the future, It's no surprise I found out my biggest fans are English teachers, AA speakers, ex-preachers and philosophy majors I'm just using what Sage Francis gave me, don't run a mile if you see me save me take me away from this world of pick up artists and constant self indulgence I'm coming to your show tonight, like it or lump it Donald Trumpet, fuck it Dear sir, I'm number four, my ticket's still good I brought the whole neighbourhood Dear sir, I'm number four, my ticket's still good I brought the whole neighbourhood