[Verse 1]
You've got to come into my kitchen for a crime
You've got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite
I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself
Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic health
[Chorus]
Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans, tin cans
You were always the first
But I think you got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure
[Verse 2]
Watching your weekends and your holidays combine
Trying to color in between the dotted lines
Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand
But when you feel like you're a million then I feel like I'm a grand
[Chorus]
Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans, tin cans
You were always the first
But I think you got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure
[Chorus]
Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans, tin cans
You were always the first
But I think you got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure