The spudWorks music department in another bitter, heroin drenched night (like musicians so often have) were kind enough to write another song for our music section. Unfortunately, do to a tragic encounter with a drum machine, our music staff found themselves... unable to complete it in time for this morning. As such, we transcribed the raw overpowering 4-track recording, for our viewers to read. - Colin

[CHORUS]
You're always right.
You're always right!
Why do we fight when,
you're always right.

Photo, video, web design too.
No one knows this stuff better'n you.
We all cede authority to your mind.
Creativity with you are like pimples other people find.

You've drunk more, you've smoked more,
You've been more places than me.
You've worked out that childish shit,
why can't that be me?

[CHORUS]

Little Italy, Chinatown,
you've really been all around
You know the city better'n me,
you're really not "fucking around."

"When is you're birthday?
Wow that's my best friend's too!
I hope you like Chia pets, 'cause
that's what I'm mailing you."

[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE - Guitar thrashing, screaming]
[CHORUS]

You don't even really live here
But that doesn't bother you
You're more like a New Yorker
Than I will ever be.

I hate your "better" attitude,
I hate how you act so good.
You don't know what you think you do.
Sometimes you just sound kinda lame.