Up on Mount Olympus, livin' on a pile of trash
With all the lunatics; how they worship me
What are you goin' to do with the back of that ticket?
That's my number but, I'll call you

There's nothing less I'd rather do

You've been sniffing up that mercury
From a broken thermometer
Like a cloud gatherer, just like Zeus

Out at the car show
She does her jumbles
Like seeing a cold sore in a kissing booth

There's nothing less I'd rather do
Nothing less I'd rather do
Nothing less I'd rather
Nothing less I'd rather
Nothing less I'd rather do

And I, I live with the shame
But you live with the same, same

Livin' on milk duds and therapeutic mud
Ninety days at Promises with no booze
Outside of Silver Lake, I am the biggest fake
Like the Mona Lisa at the Louvre

There's nothing less I'd rather do
Nothing less I'd rather do
Nothing less I'd rather
Nothing less I'd rather
Nothing less I'd rather do

And I, I live with the flames
But you, you're taking the blame, blame

There's nothing less I'd rather do

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Jenny Diane Lewis, Johnathan Rice