Loose lips, sink ships, Dennis Hopper 
 They don't love you anymore 
    Blood trails, blackmails leave a light on 
 And put a key in the back door   
 Yeah, they're laughing at you 
 They're not laughing with you   
 It's another guilt slip on my Freudian trip 
 And I think the joke's on me   
 Bad seeds grow weeds, Crispin Glover 
 I wish you were on the TV   
 Girl bruise, sad news on her birthday 
 Turn the channel and you'll see   
 That they're laughing at us 
 They're not laughing with us 
 And I think the joke's on me   
 Just another guilt slip on my Freudian trip 
 As we choke on the irony   
 Yeah, they're laughing at us 
 They're not laughing with us 
 And goddamn, the joke's on me   
 Just another drug slip on my Pagan field trip 
 Are you saint or celebrity?   
 Crispin Glover, save us all