Yeah, It’s True

 

 

I’ve got a nasty habit of of thinking about the past
I’ve got nostalgia in my veins too much of the time
I’ve got a tendency to say
“hey, do you remember that moment that we shared in 1988?”
That was great, hey, 1988 was great!”

Yeah, it’s true
I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s true

I’ve got a nasty habit of being wrong all the time
I’ve got a million songs to sing, (so pretty things),
I’ve got addicted to the sensation of falling asleep
I hate throwing things in the bin I ought to keep

Yes, it’s true
Yeah, uh huh it’s true

I’ve got a lot of suspicions about the rest of the human race
I’ve got a lot of suspicions about the rest of the human race
I’ve got a lot of suspicions about the rest of the human race
and I can’t say for sure
but the human race ought to have a lot of suspicions about me
if they know what’s good for them,
they ought to be have a lot of suspicions about me
if they know what’s good for them
they ought to be just a trifle suspicious
Yeah, it’s true
Yeah, fuck you