Doss kicks, and the whole world gets to beKnocked three times and tell them who sent youWhen who you came to see could find youIn any time, in any one of these dark streetsIn a vile booth with a stranger, dripping in sinceritiesAnd all those promises to me you lovedI guess you'll keep them eventually to someone elseHey, what the hell I said?Now we're all former friends, treated like assAnd that's what they sayIn our very own homeNow you let us inAnd as we stare in wonderHow someone so youngCould get any dumber than youBut hey, that's what they sayAbout the divorce tradeThe kids grow up not trusting anythingAnd I won't forget the dayWhen you came to me backstageJust to see what I would say aboutYour newest mistakeDoss kicks, and the whole world gets to seeYou hot out in some three-point dinerWith all the indie rockers and craft designersDive in through the eyes of these dark streetsDon't find a smile, dripping with insincerityNow we're all former friends, treated like assAnd that's what they sayIn our very own homeNow you let us inAnd as we stare in wonderHow someone so youngCould get any dumber than youBut hey, that's what they sayAbout two products ofThe divorce tradeAnd if this trade is ours to embraceYou can't find me backstageBut I won't be anyone's mistakeAnyone's mistake