What brings you around? Did you lose something the last time you were here? You'll never find it now It's buried deep with your identity So stand aside
Stranded...lost inside myself My own worst friend My own closest enemy I'm Branded...maladjusted Never trusted anyone Let alone myself I must insist
I've got a knack for fucking everything up My temper flies and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high I lose control
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days They're getting over the hill Death is closing in and catching up As far as I can tell Got a plan of action
I'm on a mission I made my decision To lead a path of self destruction A slow progression Killing my complexion And it's rotting out my teeth I'm on
Somebody keep my balance I think I'm falling off Into a state of regression The expiration date Rapidly coming up It's leaving me behind to rank Always
I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own...
I'm just a mutt And nowhere is my home Where dignity's a land mine In the school of lost hope I've panhandled for a life because I'm not afraid to beg
Ready for a cheap escape On the brink of self destruction Widespread panic Broken glass inside my head Bleeding down these thoughts of Anguish... mass
I'm not part of your elite I'm just alright Class structure waving colors Bleeding from my throat Not subserviant to you I'm just alright Down classed
Standing on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue Ripping up my transfer And a photograph of you You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existance As
Cheapskate on the hill A thrill seeker making deals Sugar city urchin wasting time Town of lunatics Begging for another fix Turning tricks for speedballs
Do as I say not as I do because The shit so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap
Boxed up All of her favorite things Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale Big plans and leaving friends and A westbound sign Weighed out Her choices on
Well I am just a mutt And nowhere is my home Where dignity's a land mine In the school of lost hope I've panhandled for life 'Coz I'm not afraid to beg
Ready for a cheap escape On the brink of self destruction Widespread panic Broken glass inside my head Bleeding down these thoughts of anguish Mass confusion
