And you may find yourself living in a shotgun stack
And you may find yourself posting in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large two button mouse
And you may find yourself in an online house, with a online life
And you may ask yourself, "Well, how do I post here?"
Letting the days go by, let the moderators hold me down
Letting the days go by, mods flowing underground
Into the feed again, after the thread is gone
Once in a lifetime, mods flowing underground
And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this site?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large two button mouse?"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my online house"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my online life"
Letting the days go by, let the moderators hold me down
Letting the days go by, mods flowing underground
Into the feed again, after the thread is gone
Once in a lifetime, mods flowing underground
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was