Mamma’s in the tub, rub-a-dub, dubnthinkin’ about twistin’ one upneverybody here is down with the bugneverybody here is frustratednnso you, don’t have to be so hardnnbottoms up dixie cupnbaby you’re the one I tried to love upnall by myselfnyou can spit in my facenI’ll probably save you a placenup high on the shelfnnbut you don’t have to be so hardnnnow you shine around my doornwith nothing new to saynif you had the best intentionsnyou wouldn’t leave things where they laynnold enough to see, what makes your rockets flynand how to make myself cry, to live betternold enough to see the beauty of one treengrowin’ up to face the weathernnso you don’t have to be so hardnon us, we’re hard enough on ourselves