You keep a goldfish in your sink 

So, this happens 

No, it doesn't 

Yeah, this happens 

Well, it shouldn't 

The smell of fry is in the air 

And burning sugar in your hair 

So, this happens 

No, it doesn't 

Yeah, this happens 

Well, it shouldn't 

Race you to a heart attack 

Rip off your vice, make it mine 

Wait for it, you wait for it 

But you don't like it, you don't like it 

So you won't get out of bed 

I can go it alone today 

It doesn't bug me 

No, it doesn't 

It doesn't bug me 

Well, it shouldn't 

Race you to a heart attack 

Rip off your vice, make it mine 

Wait for it, you wait for it 

But you don't like it, you don't like it 

Vena, vena cava 

We come drained and whining 

Vena, vena cava 

We come gray and hopeful