Incubus

I'm a ne'er do well
Running out of black gold
It's high time I pulled over
and walked around a while
I've seen the porcelain shell
Your exoskeleton
And I feel like we walk well together
Because in the end, we are friends and lovers
If asked of me I would
Gobble them to bits
The things that wall us off from
Where we belong
What's wrong with you is good
for what's wrong with me
and I think maybe we should stick together