Greetings from the second stagenThese comeback questions get so clichédnThese interviews go on for daysnWe've been inching to a debutnIt don't feel like a comebacknNo, it don't feel nothing like thatnFeels like I'm just getting bornnCos it's been wet and it's been warmnAnd I've been stretched between stormsnBut I still kept you informednSet the thimble to the thornnI never gotten pricked beforenSpinning drunks and bottom bunksnSucking off the sophomore slumpnnSweet Jesus, someone call the paramedicsnAnother favourite singer slipped and trippednAnd hit his head and forgot he was a geniusnAnd they're causing war up on the third floor where the publicists sitnCos they'd already sent out advanced copies to all the journalists nAnd said critics called and they said Man, we didn't really like it man, it's too bad man the man used to be a geniusnThere must have been an accidentnCos he used to be a geniusnBut he had to go and change itnHe should of called us, he should of asked usnYou know, maybe we could of produced itnWe would've of told him it was already perfectnAnd it reminded us of collegenSpinning drunks and bottom bunksnSucking off the sophomore slump