What you shoulda been

What you woulda been

There ain't no problem now

What's your middle name

Are you often blamed

Do you care about the cost

Where's the middle again

Can I get back there

Well I won't let 'em talk

Well it's at it again

And it heads to its home

On the north end of redded woe

Well I won't be ready to go

I'll deny

A little bit older now

Out in the wilderness

With some valedictorian

You had wagered up your torch

And then you lost your paraffin

Off the dead stump up the trees

Oh your head it split the crease

And the ghosts you may never know

You will never mend

I will never end

And I went off then

To the meadowlands

Where yer momma can't

That's a boundary pass on it

What you woulda been

What you should been died

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more than that

Well I'm more

Here we go

What's that supposed to be mean

It is over me

All before eleven- thirty

Dreading everything

I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head

I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head

I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head

I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head