Too Cool For This Crowd

I'm too cool for this crowd
My eyes are fire ants and they're bulging out
So you just turn away and walk around
But I won't forget when your lips made that sound

I'm too cool for this crowd
But it's just the plants I stuck in my mouth
And when they wash away you'll see somehow
But I won't forget when your lips made that sound

It's not me
It's these trees
Crawling through my head
Like a sexual disease
Like my head's a trampoline
My problems bounce right off of me

I'm sorry for your poor judgement
I'm not Vanilla Ice, I'm fucking Clark Kent
So take it back and I'll still be your friend
Just don't ever say that shit a-fuckin'-gain!

I'm too cool for this crowd