Arming Eritrea

Come on, Rick! I'm not a prize

I'm not a cynical one of those guys

Come on, Rick! I'm not a rope

Now pull your socks up

Come on, Rick! I'm not a child

I'm not special or one of a kind

Come on, Rick! I'm not a drunk

I know my own worth

I'm an adult!

I'm an adult!

A common purpose

A common goal

Come on, Rick! I'm not a prize

I'm not a cynical one of those guys

Come on, Rick! I'm not a rope

Now pull your socks up

Come on, Rick! I'm not a child

I'm not special or one of a kind

Come on, Rick! I'm not a drunk

I know my own worth

I'm an adult!

I'm an adult!

A common purpose

Gains value as a common goal

Let's flail together

If we must flail at all

Deep in the heart of the battle,

Caught in the switch of the flow,

Freedom from notes, she sells freedom from songs,

She sells freedom and arms Eritrea.

I could have make these excuses in my sleep

As if anyone had doubted them at all

But if we arm Eritrea

Then won't have to pay her

And everyone can go home

I've got to seek paranoia where I find

As if anyone had doubted it all

But if we arm Eritrea

Then won't have to pay her

And everyone can go home

Yeah!