[Verse 1]
A queue that wore the mark of her thumbnail
Has been pulled down
From off the wall
Daring the billiard ball
To bait its own narrow trap

[Verse 2]
The young one finds the doorman quite good looking
He considers me a fag
Because he's the judge of "all that"
He and maybe a dozen bros
That have been unloved by their dads

[Verse 3]
The young one goes to gather all her catcalls
I'll play dead through every song
That ever tried to right those wrongs
That will start a talk we don't wanna have
I see the mark from that little thumbnail
Now she's done with me
Just look at what she's done to me

[Outro]
Out of sight without a mind
Like a mess in a room you don't see
Laying in the queue just out of view