Part Of The Band (Live from Madison Square Garden, New York. 07.11.22)

[Verse 1] She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band I always used to bust into her hand In my, my, my imagination I was living my best life, living with my parents Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants And my, my, my cancellations, oh, yeah [Verse 2] And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine In my, my, my imagination So many cringes in heroin binges I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Enough about me now "You gotta talk about the people, baby" [Chorus] Now I'm home, somewhere I don't like Eating stuff off of motorbikes Cumming to hеr lookalikes I can't get the languagе right Just tell me what's unladylike [Verse 3] I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas Sitting in east on their communista keisters Writing about their ejaculations "I like my men like I like my coffee Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody" While staining the pages of The Nation [Pre-Chorus] A Xanax and a Newport "Well I take care of my kids", she said [Chorus] The worst inside of us begets That feeling on the internet It's like someone intended it (Like advertising cigarettes) A diamond in the rough begets The diamond with a scruff you get, yeah [Interlude] [Outro] Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke? Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke Calling his ego imagination? I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe It's kind of my daily iteration