For Nate's Brother Whose Name I Never Knew or Can't Remember Lyrics

As much as we are we will not be as much as we are.
As much as we are we will not be as much as we are.
Hey golgotha do your friends still do their great ike and tina karaoke?
Him sword air guitaring.
Her helmet clunking her roman nose.
Kicking up a dirt storm.
My humble mary's couldn't look, o go-bone small mountain open season easy weekend war eyeore.
As much as we are will not be as much as we are.
And um, how much salt is in the pot on me?