Picking out singers from the crib
Puffed your lips up and lost a rib
Picking out winners on the crib
I want lip syncs not ad libs
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Picking out kids from the bars
Singing karaoke like stars
You're never gonna make it, tra la, la
Even if you find yourself a guitar
Picking out singers from the crib
(Making out that everything's alright)
Picking out singers from the crib
Picking out singers from the crib
(Making out that everything's alright)
Picking out singers from the crib
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright

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