Lyrics

Come on, Rick, I'm not a prize.
I'm not a cynic or one of those guys.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a rope,
Now pull your socks up.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a child,
I'm not special or one of a kind.
Come on Rick, I'm not a drunk,
I know my own worth,
I'm an adult!
I'm an adult!

A common purpose,
A common goal.

Come on, Rick, I'm not a prize.
I'm not a cynic or one of those guys.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a rope,
Now pull your socks up.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a child,
I'm not special or one of a kind.
Come on Rick, I'm not a drunk,
I know my own worth.
I'm an adult!
I'm an adult!

A common purpose
Gains value as a common goal.
Let's flail together
If we must flail at all.

Deep in the heart of the battle,
Caught in the switch of the flow,
Freedom from notes, she sells freedom from songs,
She sells freedom and arms Eritrea.

I could have made these excuses in my sleep,
As if anyone had doubted them at all,
But if we arm Eritrea then we won't have to pay her
And everyone can go home.

I've got to seek paranoia where I find,
As if anyone had doubted it at all,
But if we arm Eritrea then we won't have to pay her
And everyone can go home.
Yeah.