Written by: Bijou Phillips, Dave Bassett
Guitars: Dave Bassett
Bass: Frank Swart
Drums: Prairie Prince
Keyboards: Michael Railton
Loops: Philip Steir

LYRICS

One thousand nine hundred ninety something years after Christ
The price, won't suffice, in the end

Your man is gone
You're broken down
Who's around to hold ya' hand?
You're sleeping around, you're sleeping around again

You, almost know everything
Everything knows you
Almost, know everything
Everything that was you

You're hard, she's funny
She likes to count your money
You squeeze, say please
She's got you on your knees
You joker, you soaker
She's sleeping with your chauffeur
He'll drive her, he'll drive her
Places you don't go

And you, almost
Know everything, everything knows you
Almost, know everything
Everything knows

What you don't know is just how much you don't know
What you don't know is just how much you don't know
What you don't know, I never shot the president, no

You tried, lied
Gonna whip your backside
Down to the floor, out the door
Don't come around here no more
What your sellin I ain't buying
What you talkin' bitch stop lying
I swear, I could care
Now I gotta go fix my hair

And you, almost, know everything, everything knows you
Almost, know everything, everything knows you
Almost, know everything, everything knows you
Almost, know everything, everything knows you