Loose lips sink ships
Dennis Hopper
They don't love you anymore

Blood trails, blackmails
Leave the light on
Put a key in the back door

Yeah they're laughing at you
They're not laughing with you

It's another guilt slip
On my Freudian trip
And I think the joke's on me

Bad seeds grow weeds
Crispin Glover
I wish you were on my TV

Girl bruise, sad news
On her birthday
Turn the channel and you'll see

That they're laughing at us
They're not laughing with us
And I think the joke's on me

Just another guilt slip
On my Freudian trip
As we choke on the irony

Yeah they're laughing at us
They're not laughing with us
And again the joke's on me

Just another drug slip
On my pagan field trip
Are you saint or celebrity?

Crispin Glover
Save us all