In a place where people get laid I was doing things like this, they say I'm so lazy I just wanna be, you know But they're all out to crucify me, to the extent that it's embarrassing And I said, "Hey, why don't we champion the fallacies?" I'd like to make a little money from my home I got a car, but I can't drive, but I'm a star So, let me tell you a story It starts with a pretty sight A scenic landscape, a rusted metal lawn chair Featuring rolling green hills And a barn, like you've seen before The fact is, I'm so sick in the head That the only thing this town does for me Is prove how much I hate it I hate it (Hate it) I hate it when people go around telling me what to do I hate, all these songs talking 'bout How beautiful life is, as if their existence were the only proof And I said, "Hey, why don't we champion the fallacies?" I'd like to make a little money from my home I got a car, but I can't drive