The Achiever

Lyrics

What he achieves No one believes. Will read a text, Knows what comes next. He's got good bones, he's got nice teeth And when he speaks

These shiny streaks Hang in the air Just for a sec, Not smoke, just glare. The air got wet, can't quite forget What was just said.

I'm a fool for that The sweet adorable pup, Who's so cute And so low on his luck. It's a bullet to the brain. A bullet to the brain. Is my claim to fame, A quick flash of the insane.

What he achieves No one believes. He laughs and grieves, Rolls up his sleeves, Crawls on his knees, the cameras roll, Is he a tease?

He worked me, yeah Then he fed me, ahhh. That's right. I said ruff, oh bog. No, yes he was, so long To peach fuzz.

I'm a fool for that The sweet adorable pup. Who's so cute And so low on his luck. It's a bullet to the brain. A bullet to the brain Is my claim to fame, A quick flame of the insane.

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, Doo-doo... Ah-a-a.

Credits

• Lyrics: Amy Gerstler and Benjamin Weissman
• Music: Stephen Prina

Chronology

• Push Comes to Love