One Hundred Percent Good

you won't tell anyone you're lousy with secret

spoke my eye out I'll lost me left side you can

flip me over like a record or a turtle which ever

you prefer one way I'll keep spinning the other

I'll die in the sun her sad crush to an ugly boy

like me when you run I just walk fast you can be

the big shot just don't shoot yourself let me put

this away and I'll come complain with you I

remember them standing in the circle.