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[Verse 1] Mic City Sons seem to dumb everything down I got wished a lot of luck And I'll tell you what it's worth now [Chorus] It's a cold-blooded style It never was worthwhile You're as good as they come But you're such a fucking trial [Verse 2] You went and called me up Do you bother me on purpose? You make me feel like I'm half my age And at least twice as nervous [Chorus] You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline" And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind [Verse 3] It's a miracle how no offense is taken But I'm full of them, man Any time you feel up to face them You go drink your problems still A statue in the barroom You've got feelings left to kill Yeah, I won't forget it too soon [Chorus] It's a cold-blooded style It never was worthwhile You're as good as they come But you're such a fucking trial You go out whistling "Sweet Caroline" And I'm being a big pain 'cause I never speak my mind You don't want me to speak my mind