Lyrics

So you're not much for conversation Well i'm not a conversationalist Exchanging gifts, still wrapped up in paper Were like two working stiffs, that will never admit That sidewalks are not fit for walking Underskirts, bumping oversized heads Watched the messengers all dressed like Devo We're getting sloppy again I've got a craving for a magazine subscription I've got a thirst for the solace of Kent If you were indoors, you have the bad luck I'll be rubbing it in, instead of soaking in it But i will not fight in your umbrella wars I won't complain about dry skin And when the bottom drops on every floor I'll hold the towel That you throw I will not fight in your umbrella wars I won't tone up in crowded gyms Found strength in lousy mega metaphors Martinis and sarcasms I will not fight in your umbrella wars I can't complain about dry skin And when the bottom drops on every floor I'll hold the towel That you've thrown