Rain, water, rain and I'll drown The traces of what was yet to come
Gordon Jackson's crispy hair Gettin' blown out of the expel air
A combat jacket and I'm walkin' and talkin'
Agent Popstar's gettin' pocket
It's the moment that we've all been dreadin'
And all my football players put your side-by-side ready
Yeah, we are everywhere
Although we didn't make much of a splash
We are lunchin' in your spare
Gettin' thrown out with the trash
I swear I could discern
The makings of a future bubble pen
Keep our run on a makeshift raft
A fine example of the actors' craft
These fragments of a mystery
Are actually pieces of you and me
It's the moment that we've all been dreadin'
And all my football players put your side-by-side ready
Yeah, we are everywhere
Although we didn't make much of a splash
We are lunchin' in your spare
Gettin' thrown out with the trash
With the trash
With the trash
With the trash
With the trash
With the trash