Lyrics

[Verse 1] Mornings are the worst Frequently the first thing he will start to think about Is how they're gonna stare At him everywhere he goes And they try not to look, they try not to look Man, but what's the point? He isn't dumb, he knows that Wherever they may look, there's only one thing that they're thinking about [Chorus] 'Cause he's got a mole The size of the hole in your average donut Right on his cheek And he feels like a freak just walking down the street Sometimes he thinks "God Maybe it's odd but I wish it was a melanoma Just to justify The pitying eyes of all the people I meet" [Verse 2] He spends a half an hour Staring at the mirror, thinking "Is this thing getting larger Or am I shrinking?" "Will there come a day when I just disappear And there's nothing but a man-sized mole left standing here? And if that ever comes to pass I wonder will it remember me?" [Chorus] 'Cause he's got a mole The size of the hole in your average donut Right on his cheek And he feels like a freak just walking down the street Sometimes he thinks "God Maybe it's odd but I wish it was a melanoma Just to justify The pitying eyes of all the people I meet" [Verse 3] Parties are the worst He doesn't know the first damn thing about the social life He just stands there By the stereo And then he sees her dancing like she's trying to Stomp a hole through the floor Awkward as a silence on the radio And then she turns around and he quickly looks away [Chorus] 'Cause she's got a mole Black as the soul of fricking Adolf Hitler Right on her face In just the worst place that it could possible be And he says "God Dammit, it's odd, but I instinctively hate her With this queer, visceral fear, and even more I Hate what that says about me"