Detour: Pizza School

You left your backpack at pizza school
On your way to the metal show;
You sprayed perfume on everyone in the pit
We all woke up smelling it

You broke our strings
And the skins of our drums
You said, "OK, I played in North Korea; I'm fucking good,"
And your backpack waited for so long at pizza school

I wanna build a thing
Worth building
I wanna build a thing;
I wanna build all of these things

The singers flew all the way to Brooklyn
And all they saw were trees
Trees, trees, trees. It was all there was;
This was the sticks

And one of these trees said
"hey, sing us a song! It's occupational."
And this singer looked over this shoulder and said
"what am I? A fucking showdog?
Jeez Louise

I wanna build a thing
Worth building
I want a roof
Over my head

I want coffee
In the morning

My sonic twin is with me tonight
I found him on the steps below the highway
We spoke without words, and we knew
We were no longer alone

We want an end to all suffering
We want coffee in the morning;
Coffee is best enjoyed with someone you love

We are in love;
It's the most terrifying thing we've ever felt
But we are terrorists
And we reap what terror we sow

We want an end to all suffering
We want coffee in the morning
Afternoon, and evening."