Текст песни BONE BATS - Jesus Could've Gotten Into Any Frat He Wanted

Many in the hands of the few—
what box can we put you into?
Combed, culled, and cataloged away,
don't start, there's nothing to say.

'cause here's what's alright to think,
and here is what bands can play.
Look good when you're throwing up in the sink.
Look good when you're standing next to the keg.

'cause who'd know you're here
unless you miss every set
taking pictures upstairs
to document time that you missed?