I see the world through the eyes of an idiot. Talkin' big white trash. Before the girls an' boys inside of my soul. They take my path. . In the mirror there I see my father's face in glass.
I ain't afraid of your laughin'. Nor afraid of your fist. Come on with it brother. Your sweet betrayal kiss. . I ain't a scared of you no more. Nor the scars upon your wrists.
Oh come sit down and give me your word. That I'll be a man someday and I'll hurt. These children around me this boy that I am. It's up here for thinkin' and down there for dancin'.