I
haven't slept since
The puberty years
An ad olescence filled with
Dope
And fear
The glorious results
Of a misfit youth
And a million new ways of
not telling the truth
Oh no, now I'm stuck between
a rock and a rock
Should I crawl out to tell
you my story?
All my days have been kidnapped
Why can't I pay the rent,
Now I'm living on your dime
Just like old
Charlie
Manson
Whoa, yeah, I want to tell you about it
No big house deals in my
American dream
No big advanced or friendly neighbors I'm living inside,
but I still travel far
And I don't want it, you can have it
No material needs, no extra nothing
Just a cell in an abstract life
Why do you want it?
The door ain't gonna take it
And I am the king of the neighborhood
If you wanna hate me,
then I think you should
And I am the king of the neighborhood
If you wanna come out,
then I think you should
I don't want a baby that looks like that
She don't want a baby
that looks like that
I don't want a baby
that looks like that
She don't want a baby
that looks like that
It's back, the wa ter, the door,
and you're the dead end
Oh yeah, that's it, that's my story
Put in here, out of sight,
no future, but an abstract life