Shane - Fruit Bats

You should call me up, Shane

Seems like you got something to talk to somebody for

'Cause it really seems a shame

That you don’t seem to love yourself much anymore

It’s got to be strange

One day you’re cruisin', and the next you’re losing ground

But you’re way too old to care

About how your old man never was around

I don’t have none of my own babies

So I leave my pile of nickels to you, Shane

I always thought of you as family

So it seems the very least I can do, Shane

Shane

Please understand me

I know that everything’s ridiculous

But it’s sad you can’t see

That you’re pretty much a genius

I’m probably never gonna have any heirs

So I’m leaving you my hay pennies, Shane

And a piece of paper with a Chinese prayer

And a Susan B. Anthony, Shane

Shane

I’m probably never gonna have any heirs

So I’m leaving you my hay pennies, Shane

And a piece of paper with a Chinese prayer

And a Susan B. Anthony, Shane

I don’t have none of my own babies

So I’m leaving my fortune to you, Shane

I always thought of you as family

So it seems the very least I can do, Shane

Shane

Shane

Shane