Matt Costa Follow

Oh Mr. Pit--oh Mr. Pit--
Mr. Pitiful, who let you down?
Who let you down, who let you down?

You still don't believe, you don't believe
You don't believe, and your grievances show
When your soap box unfolds

(*) But please, come down
From that cloud your sitting on
I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong
Just wanna know how you've been
And don't make me feel bad that we're still friends
Mulling it over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence

To make amends
And still be friends
Still be my friend

So where did you go, where did you go?
Where did you go, while I was out?
While I was out, while I was out?

Well, I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe everything I see
And if you don't like the movie, then quit acting

* Repeat

To make amends
And still be friends
Still be friends
Still be my friend (x3)