Goodbye Irvine, I'm travelling across the state
Returning to my home sweet home in the Bay
You never loved me, I've gotten pretty used to that by now
It's hard to leave, but I'll get by somehow *sniffle*

You're trapped in a bubble and you can't get out
I hope to God you suffocate
Then I'll return and pull my boxers down
To take a leak upon your face

Goodbye Irvine, I really wish that I could stay
But graduation's over and you're gay
I've got a compass and guess which way it's pointing today
I hope that you don't take this the wrong way

But you're ego tripping at the gates of hell
You better change your act before it's too late
And your perfect urban planning goes so well
With your perfectionistic hate