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Up on Mount Olympus
Living on a pile of trash
With all the lunatics
How they worship youWhat are you going to do
With the back of that ticket?
That's my number but
I'll call youThere's nothing less I'd rather doYou've been sniffing up that mercury
From a broken thermometer
Like a cloud gatherer
Just like ZeusOut at the car show
She does ??
Like seeing a cold sore
In a kissing boothThere's nothing less I'd rather do
There's nothing less I'd rather do
There's nothing less I'd rather
There's nothing less I'd rather
There's nothing less I'd rather doAnd I, I live with the shame
But you, you taking that blameThere's nothing less I'd rather doLiving on Milk Duds
And therapeutic mud
Ninety days at promises
With no boozeOutside Silver Lake
I am the biggest fake
Like the Mona Lisa
At the LouvreThere's nothing less I'd rather do
There's nothing less I'd rather do
Than taking a real quick picture with you
There's nothing less I'd rather doAnd I, I live with the pain
But you, you're sending over champagneThere's nothing less I'd rather do