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