Lyrics The Plan (Fuck Jobs) - The Front Bottoms

I fuckin' hate the comments
Why do you feel you have to talk?
Nobody asked for your opinion
Your sick, sad way of jerkin' off

Everyone you think you're better than
What the fuck? I'm guilty, too
Half the time that I'm complainin'
I'm just talkin' shit on you, I'm sorry

Never underestimate
Poor, hungry, and desperate
My body is a temple
How much you think I could get for it?

And I will take cold showers
From now on until I learn
That once you fuck the fire
All that's left to do is burn
Baby burn, baby burn

I could feel myself falling from an airplane
I hear static when I close my eyes
I imagine one day things settling
And I think about what that might be like

'Cause I love you, I miss you
I wanna hug and kiss you
Oh, I love you, I miss you
I wanna hug and kiss you
It's alright

I want world domination
Just like everybody else
So if you hear me talkin' strategy
Oh, it's only to myself

Everybody's gotta have a game plan
Cut it up, a couple different ways
Just hope no one remembers
These the darkest of my days

When my mind is uncertain, my body decides
When my mind is uncertain, my body decides
When my mind is uncertain, my body decides
When my mind is uncertain, my body decides

When my mind is uncertain, my body decides
When my mind is uncertain, my body decides
When my mind is uncertain, my body decides
When my mind is uncertain, my body decides