I go to bed real early Everybody thinks it's strange I get up early in the morning No matter how disappointed I was With the day before It feels new
I don't leave the house much I don't like being around people Makes me nervous and weird I don't like going to show either It's better for me to stay at home Some might think it means I hate people But that's not quite right
I got a dog I take him for a walk And all the people like to say hello I'm used to staring down at the sidewalk cracks I'm learning how to say hello Withou too much trouble
I'm turning out just like my father Though I swore I never would Now I can say that I have love for him I never really understood What it must have been like for him Living inside his head
I feel like hi's here with me now Even though he's dead
It's not all good and it's not all bad Don't believe everything you read I'm the only one who knows what it's like So I thought I'd better tell you Before I leave
So in the end I'd like to say That I'm a very thankful man I tried to make the most of my situation And enjoy what I had I knew true love and I knew passion And the difference between the two And I had some regrets But if I had to do it all again Well, it's something I'd like to do
There's nothing that i wanna do More than get alone and be with you Trouble with dreams is they don't come true And when they do they can't catch up to you
You don't need a thing from me But i need something big from you 'cause you know i've got An awful lot of big dreams
I'm walking down a lonely road Clear to me now but i was never told Trouble with dreams is you never know When to hold on and when to let go
If you let me down it's alright At least that leaves something for me 'cause you know i've got An awful lot of big dreams
This is the life that i must lead now Crossing fingers and wiping brow Trouble with dreams is you can't pretend Something with no beginning has an end
You don't need a thing from me But i need something big from you 'cause you know i've got an awful lot of big dreams
Guess I'm doing something wrong Never feel right in these shoes Pocket full of matches and a head full of flames Got to warn you that I'm bad news
She tucks me in and then she screams "one day you will have to choose Either take care of me or take care of you And don't pretend you're not bad news"
Come on now I'll take you home You don't have a thing to lose But stick around long enough and you'll find out I am nothing but bad news
You can never change where you're from No matter who I will accuse I'm gonna get on with a better life And one day I won't be bad news
It's the same everyday when I wake up It's the same in the way that you Gave me up In the middle of a swan dive
Life is hard And so am I You'd better give me something So I don't die Novocaine for the soul Before I sputter out Before I sputter out
Life is white And I am black Jesus and his lawyer Are coming back Oh my darling Will you be here Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out
Guess who's living here with the great undead This paint by numbers life is fucking with my head, once again
Life is good And I feel great Cuz mother says I was A great mistake Novocaine for the soul You'd better give me something to fill the hole Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out
going over to susan's house, walking south down baxter street -nothing hiding behind this picket fence there's a crazy old woman smashing bottles on the sidewalk where her house burnt down two years ago people say that back then she really wasn't that crazy
going over to susan's house going over to susan's house she's gonna make it right
down by the donut prince a fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk with a bullet in his forehead in a final act of indignity the paramedics take off all his clothes for the whole world to see while they put him in the bag meanwhile and old couple argues inside the queen bee the sick fluorescent light shimmering on their skin
going over to susan's house going over to susan's house I can't be alone tonight
take a left down echo park, a kid asks do i want some crack t.v. sets are spewing baywatch through the windows into black here comes a girl with long brown hair who can't be more than seventeen she sucks on a red popsicle while she pushes a baby girl in a pink carriage and I'm thinking that must be her sister that must be her sister, right? they go into the 7-11 and I keep walking
there's a spider crawling on the bathroom mirror right on top of my right eye and i can't stop staring back how did i get this way take a big look at a living lie
rags to rags and rust to rust how do you stand when you've been crushed so rags to riches was a bust
sometimes i dream about it what it's like back home the railroad tracks and the pussywillow but i had to leave it now i go back whenever my tired head hits the pillow
rags to rags and rust to rust how do you stand when you've been crushed so rags to riches was a bust busted once again
well i'll show them one day that i can buy and sell the world and one day i'll come through my american dream but it won't mean a fucking thing
rags to rags and rust to rust how do you stand when you've been crushed so rags to rags and rust to rust don't let me go
There's a world outside And I know, 'cause I've heard talk In my sweetest dream I would go out for a walk
But I don't think I'm ready yet Not feelin' up to it now Just not that steady yet And I don't need you telling me how
There's some happiness If my stone face cracks again Maybe some time sooner or later
But I don't think I'm ready yet I'm not feelin' up to it now Just not that steady yet And I don't need You telling me how
So if I leave my room Don't you tell me to lighten up Maybe some time sooner or later
But I don't think I'm ready yet Not feelin' up to it now Just not that steady yet I don't need you telling me how
I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't need you telling me how I don't, don't need you telling me how
Turn the ugly light off, God Wanna feel the night Every day it shines down on me Don't you think that I see Don't you think that I see What it's all about
Hard to look the other way While the world passes me by And everyone is trying to bum me out
It's a pretty big world, God And I am awful small Every day they rain down on me Flower in a hailstorm Flower in a hailstorm I'm livin' for the drought
I could throw it back at them But then I'd play their game Everyone is trying to bum me out
When I came into this world they slapped me And every day since then I'm slapped again Tomorrow's king, an unsightly coward You see, I know I'm gonna win
Turn the ugly light off, God Don't wanna see my face Every day it will betray me Don't you think that I know Don't you think that I know What they're talking about
If they step on me tonight they're gonna pay someday Everyone is trying to bum me out
Are you one of the beautiful people? Is my name on the list? Wanna be of the beautiful people, Wanna feel like I'm missed
Hey you with the walkie-talkie, I know my clothes are not right. I wish I had my own walkie talkie That reached to God every night Everyone needs to be somebody, Everyone needs to find someone who cares. But I don't know if you know what I mean 'Cause I'm never on your list Are you one of the beautiful people? Am I on the wrong track? Sometimes it feels like I'm made of eggshell And it feels like I'm gonna crack Everyone needs to be somebody Everyone needs to find someone who cares. But I don't know if you know what I mean 'CauseI'm never on your list. I'm never on your list. I'm never on your list.
Its like i'm dressed up in my mothers clothing its like i'm talking to a voice that doesnt exist its like i got a wire crossed upstairs but all i want is just a little truth and thats it
they say im mental but im just confused they say im mental but ive been abused they say im mental cause im not amused by it all
another anchor man is on the T.V. he's got that far away and vacant look in his eyes i turn the channel but nothings changing the only truth is that everythings a lie
they say im mental but im just confused they say im mental but ive been abused they say im mental cause im not amused by it all
there's truth in everything there's truth in lies with all this knowledge i think im gonna be wise
they say im mental but im just confused they say im mental but ive been abused they say im mental cause im not amused by it all not at all not at all
Spunky don't like her uniform It never fit so good Goin' back to the orphanage And the place where her garage once stood
Well it's a free for all free for all free for all It's a free for all You and me And if you don't like what they're telling you You can't teach a blind man to see Well I can see
Spunky looks good in her bright red wig Eating chocolate-chip mint ice cream A cat named Lola with a violent past Is balled up asleep 'cross her knees
And it's a free for all Free for all Free for all It's a free for all You and me One day the world will be ready for you And wonder how they didn't see
Spunky knows she can save the world In her own little way Turning in her old uniform 'Cause you know, it really didn't pay
'Cause it's a free for all Free for all Free for all It's a free for all You and me I walk through the world with your name on my tongue And your picture etched on my screen
Mama grapped onto the milkman's hand and then she finally gave birth years go by still I don't know who shall inherit this earth and no one will know my name until it's on a stone
this could be your lucky day in hell never know who it might be at your doorbell this could be your lucky day in hell
waking up with an ugly face winston churchhill in drag looking for a new maternal embrace another tired old gag am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones
this could be your lucky day in hell never know who it might be at your doorbell this could be your lucky day in hell
father theresa you can't make me into you I never wanna be like you why can't you see it's me you know it's time to let me go
this could be your lucky day in hell never know who it might be at your doorbell this could be your lucky day in hell
