We're carrying the heaviest load,
And we’re carrying for the culture vultures,
They're making more heads explode,
And now our heads are attached to bodies

When the [bad word] hits the fan, [bad word] and hide,
That's what makes me totally unqualified
To love you
Hey, to love you
Oh
Hey, to love you

I watched you disappear in the horizon,
And I caught your disappearing acts,
You told the world, that your bread was rising,
And you were churning your own butter

She lives in the house where her mother died,
That's what makes her so qualified
To glove you,
Hey, to glove you
Oh
Hey, to glove you

Pennies for your dollar,
My wills [bad word] due,
Put your head in the collar,
My teams [bad word] too,
Now you gotta let me love you

Hey!
Eh 

After 72 hours go by,
We can declare you officially missing,
And because you said you will never die,
We'll never stop looking for you

In your closets, where I often hide,
That's what makes me totally qualified 
To love you,
Hey, to love you
La-la-la
Oh 
Hey, to love you
Eh-heh
Eh