For Sad Strange Little Men

Here's to the dads that don't admit that they're wrong

I happen to have a good one, so he's not in this song

I hope you fucking know you treat your daughters like shit

And then they come to me and cry

Because they have to live with it

You should learn from someone kinder

Someone wiser than yourself

She is painting masterpieces

While you're touching yourself

And we are the promises that we didn't keep

We are the promises that we didn't keep

And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see

We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see

Here's to the lobbyists who don't care about death

They think they can beat it with the gold on their neck

If the city's on fire and they talk their way out

Like diamonds, and smokestacks, and a shit-eating mouth

A toast to the workers we keep from coming to their senses

And a knife under the pillow, in case they want higher wages

And we are the promises that we didn't keep

We are the promises that we didn't keep

And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see

We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see

And welcome to the main event

The one you've all been waiting for

The writer turns the pen on his emaciated neck

The fact is I'm a sad little person with huge impossible dreams

And maybe, if I wasn't such a lazy dreamy fuck

Then I would find a sense of purpose

Or just something to believe

I don't text, I don't call, and I certainly don't write

Masochistically watching people burn out like stars in the night

And we are the promises that we didn't keep

We are the promises that we didn't keep

And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see

We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see