What The Hell Were You On?

Lyrics

Thanks mom, thanks dad, for building a world that i can't afford to live in And thanks to all you other baby-boomers What the hell were you thinking? What the hell were you thinking? You say you never sold out, you say that you bought in Then the day I was born was the day that you stopped being hip, so thanks mom! What the hell were you thinking? What the hell were you thinking? What the hell were you on? When you came up with that one? What the hell were you on? When you came up with that one? Thanks mom, for the electric guitar When I was down on my luck, I just put it in the pawn shop And thanks to your ideals as an ex-hippie on your new fat diet in your SUV I tried LSD while you explained to me all the dangers I'd face while I was tripping… While my pupils were bigger than the national debt, they looked like saucers in the middle of my head, so Thanks mom, for the pep talk What the hell were you thinking?! What the hell were you thinking?! What the hell were you on? When you came up with that one? What the hell were you on? When you came up with that one? Well thanks dad, for telling me "I could be anything that I wanted, except for a fag!" So it's a good thing I'm not actually sexually attracted to men Instead I write songs where I don't sing I just talk, and I pretend that I'm so goddamn innovative, I act like I'm the first one to come up with it It's like the beat poets never happened… It's like those weird Tom Waits records don't exist, and hell Pete Townshend didn't even inspire this! So, thanks dad, for thinking about my dick What the hell were you thinking?! What the hell were you thinking??! What the hell were you on? When you came up with that one? What the hell were you on? When you came up with that one?