[Verse 1: Tom DeLonge] Hey mom, there's something in the backroom Hope it's not the creatures from above You used to read me stories As if my dreams were boring We all know conspiracies are dumb [Verse 2: Tom DeLonge] What if people knew that these were real? I'll leave my closet door open all night I know the CIA would say What you hear is all hearsay Wish someone would tell me what was right [Chorus: Tom DeLonge] Up all night long And there's something very wrong And I know it must be late Been gone since yesterday I'm not like you guys I'm not like you [Verse 3: Tom DeLonge] I am still a skeptic, yes, you know me Been best friends and will be 'til we die I got an injection Of love from the erection My best friend thinks I'm just humping guys Alright [Chorus: Tom DeLonge] [Bridge: Tom DeLonge] Dark and scary, ordinary Explanation, information Nice to know ya, paranoia Where's my mother? Bio-father? [Outro: Tom DeLonge] All, all night long And there's something very wrong And I know it must be late Been gone since yesterday I'm not like you guys Twelve majestic lies [Outro: Mark Hoppus] Tom has s** with guys [Speech] Tom: Hey, Mark. Who here thinks that I look very similar to Tom Cruise? Thank you, I think so too Mark: Yeah, like, like Tom Cruise in that movie "Born on the Fourth of July"? That one? Where he's handicapped and retarded and stupid and nobody likes him and he just sh**s all over himself because he's a f**ing a**hole. Hey! Tom: That was mean Mark: That's right Tom: Never attack somebody that sh**s on himself. You guys think it's weird to sh** your pants when you're sleeping? Not that I do it, but I did it last night and I haven't taken a shower since and I'm wondering if that's what smells Mark: Ha, ha. Ooh, poopie, poo-poo, ca-ca Mark: Hey, I wrote this next song, wanna hear it? Tom: You don't have a choice Mark: It goes like this