One, two, three, four We're not the ordinary lot Takin' a detour off the course Bumper to bumper takin' hits Lookin' for signs up in the midst We're not going to heaven, we're still stuck in traffic You can't count on us, we're sixes and sevens We ain't in the crowd of helpless kids We are looking for meaning, looking for a hit We're not going to heaven, we're still stuck in traffic You can't count on us, we're sixes and sevens We're not going to heaven, we're still stuck in traffic You can't count on us, we're sixes and sevens I'm fucking selfish, you know I can't help it You had a good thing, why didn't you keep it? I'm practically dead from all this shit Wrapped in tape, I can't make a fist We're not We're not going to heaven, we're still stuck in traffic You can't count on us, we're sixes and sevens We're not going to heaven, we're still stuck in traffic You can't count on us, we're sixes and sevens Sixes and sevens Sixes and sevens Sixes and sevens Sixes and sevens Oh, sixes and sevens Oh, sixes and sevens