Lame Lyrics - American Standard - Seven Mary Three

There's a tall, a mulatto, boy, I know 

And he comes to every party, he stands alone 

In viewing them the rest, a corner of his glance 

It gets so clear, he's not judging anyone 

The way his arms float around his cage, he's caged 

Canary sings, silently brings his voice to rage 

The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads 

It's enough to make him want to run away 

But he stays, he stands his ground 

And I, I'm so damn lame 

The way I condescend without ever knowing his name 

He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear 

Looks at everyone without the slightest fear 

It's making me so ashamed 

Slender body, slip through his glance, I don't give it a single chance 

The way he's rocking back and forth, makes a buzzing in my ear 

Constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear 

Him say, hello, hello 

And I am, I'm so damn lame 

Like a moth bumping off his godless flame 

I cannot condescend, even apprehend, what comes over me 

When I see his shameless face 

So rage, please rage against me 

Beat me down, beat me down, forgive me 

For what I've done, I'm so lame, I'm so lame, I'm so lame 

So lame, so, so lame