Stayed up playing Halo 3, so late
My game machine's just broken down
Now I'm stranded back in the real world I hate
So what the hell am I supposed to do now?

Well, my world's in my bedroom
where I grew up playing Doom
I guess I never really moved on

Now my console's broken, I can't play games
so what's that leave?
Staring at the lint from my navel
Wishing that I was still Master Chief

And I, don't wanna get a life
But now my gaming console's disabled
so I pick at my navel

I really want to be shooting things tonight
But now I don't know what I should do
I find the flesh world so confusing--
Gimme firefights!
And someday give me social skills too.

Well, my world's in my bedroom
where I grew up playing Doom
I guess I never really moved on

Now my console's broken, I can't play games
so what's that leave?
Staring at the lint from my navel
Wishing that I was still Master Chief

And I, I shoulda got a life
But now I'm left with boredom so painful
And the lint from my navel.

Now my console's broken, I can't play games
so what's that leave?
Staring at the lint from my navel
How it's always's blue's beyond belief

And I, don't wanna get a life
And now I'm stuck here feeling unstable
With the lint from my navel.

And I, don't wanna get a life
But I've been left with boredom so painful
And the lint from my navel.

Life without my Halo 3, so lame