What the Hell Were You On?

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?