"Good Grief" by Foo Fighters

Since I'm putting down all of the true things around, but I
like it
I handed down the crown, given the jewels and the answers of
may
The thought of being ousted comes and goes
When I think about it the wind blows
I hate it

Run me out of town, somewhere a move might intended a gown
at
Pissed at all the bowels, always the blues and a delicate
smile
Missed all of the sideways, gull and noun
Chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around
I hate it

Good grief