I had a good day.
It's a rarity
It's delusion
Merely a mirage
But somehow, it's still good.

I can just forget
Forget about the complicated thoughts of maturity
Of lost innocence
And only think of the Mooshkians.

It's stupid really, how really stupid we are.
The puns
The god-like laughter of the three out of place children we are
the immature ****** euphemisms spewing from our ***** minds...
As if one more joke would free us from the social pressures.

We sing as if no one were glaring at us with their judgmental yuppie eyes
Even though we know they are

Those children you see, laughing, huddled up in a circle
You think to yourself that we need to grow up, to take life and grab it by the *****
What we would say to that... well... we would laugh because you said *****.
This is the only time we have to act like the children we are, together.
We all have mature lives by ourselves
Mia, my ******* heavy-metal queen
Mason, my little fashionista
And me, the genius poet
Together, we are THE MOOSHKIANS!!

WE WILL TRY AND WE WILL STRIVE AND
WE WILL MAKE IT TONIGHT
BECAUSE WE ARE THE MOOSHKIANS AGAINST THE BOOSHKIANS
AND WE WILL STRIVE AND MAKE IT TONIGHT.