Someday when I'm a better man than this I'll listen to this stack of folk punk demos I'll be eating apples and vegetables and sh** by then I'll breathe in more oxygen than smoke I won't reference books that I haven't read Or that I read so doped up that I couldn't talk I'll learn to like animals Even your f**ing dog Dah dah dah. Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah Someday when I'm a better man than this I'll tell this cop to his face that he's a f**ing pig I'll be pulling jail breaks and sh** Sending nail files in your birthday cakes Metal spoons to dig a tunnel bit by bit I won't be able to give you a ride to work Because I sold the car to print consent zines For every high school kid in the country Dah dah dah. Dah dah dah dah dah dah dah