Okay, it's a little fast, and I somehow managed to make the guitar part harder than the original (so it takes most of my concentration). I took out some of the profanity to make it more natural for me (sorry, Jay) but there's still some (sorry, Mom).

And I don't have too much against babies when I'm flying but cannot resist a song with the line "could sell the devil my soul, and he'd return it." Love that Jay Brannan.

Does anybody here have a soul?
Put the thermostat on overdrive, the air is bitter cold.
Look around, what's real is hard to tell,
and every song they play in here is vapid as hell.
Well, I don't give a damn about the weekend,
and I don't wanna hear about your car or what you're drinkin'
Don't know what to make of all of it,
the same people claiming it gets better treat everyone like shit,

And, everyone talks about leaving, breaking off,
but where the hell to do they run?
Here we were receiving, giving, making love,
til some something came undone,
sticking me back at square one.

Pigs and asses used to live on farms,
friendly skies weren't always overrun by airborne infants in arms,
Life's a beach and should you swim astray,
you'll fade to gray, some castaway,
there's no lifeguard service today.
Falling for the foolish can be tough,
but anything is possible when you hate yourself enough.
Not my finest moment, but the one I've got.
It's a little painful being so much less cool than you by a lot.

I just met you yesterday and I'm already imagining the breakup.
A little lovemaking and a second latte is enough
to keep me charging toward a shakeup.
Completely out of my league. When will I learn it?
Could sell the devil my soul, and he'd return it.

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