Teksty: Fake Problems. Adam's Song.

We're finely dressed young gentlemen, with handles attached to
our coat-tails. But where did you get the idea that you're
welcome in our wake?

What makes you think that you're no longer a foe?
I cannot rightly shake your hand knowing what I know.

You get a little major magazine attention and everyone's your
best friend even if you haven't met them. I understand you
gotta look out for yourself, so I'll raise my glass to that
and you can go to hell.

What makes you think that you're no longer a foe?
I cannot rightly shake your hand knowing what I know.

So don't get aggravated when I'm not 'hooking you up',
just remember next time to keep your damn mouth shut.
I hear good things will come to those who wait,
so keep your hand on your phone, maybe I will call you someday.

What makes you think that you're no longer a foe?
I cannot rightly shake your hand knowing what I know,
uh-woah-oo-whoa.
[drum solo]
WOOOAHHHH