(WHA!). Well I know I shouldn't care,. But I do and I don't,. And I always crack a smile,. When I see your punk rock clothes,. And you try, try, but you never fit in,.
Staring out the window. Of somebody's pickup truck. Well, I never mind the boredom. 'Cause I use it for a crutch. . Just to get me to that plane. It's a different state of sane.
He wakes up sad again. And he wonders when the rain will end. Well she'll act like she don't care. 'Cause to her it's just a game that he plays. . I'm a super, I'm a nothing.
Go. . Sick and sad again. Sometimes I'd like the rain to end. Sick and sad again. Sometimes I'd like to stand on my own two feet. . Went to the corner of second and main.
Crucified. . I still remember that night, it was the fourth of July. It's still engraved in my mind and I'm not surprised. Gang wars, no guns hand to hand.
It was the summer of '95. (So what?). In the backyard. Shaving the old plies. Feeling so strong. (Strong). Something went wrong. (Wrong). Straight into my finger.
Run, run, run, all you do is fucking run. But you'll never run away from yourself. I know it's hard but you've been there before. And you know I'm gonna be there again.
She was diagnosed on a Friday. The kids were almost home. The kids were on their way. Back home from school. . Lying face down in the gutter. Of unaccomplished dreams.
Well, I know I shouldn't care. But I do and I don't and I always crack a smile. When I see your punk rock clothes. And you try, try but you never fit in.
You, you try, you try to get by. You're never going to pull it off. You shouldn't even try. You're a wet cigarette, you're always second best. But they're never going to give a shit.
Run, run, run all you do is fucking run. But youll never run away from yourself. I know its hard but youve been there before. And you know youre gonna be there again.