Sometimes I feel oh so magical, but something always gets in the way.
It’s like looking down the rabbit hole, I just need to find some space.
Well my uniform is hung to dry, and I’m laughing but you know I want to cry.
These days I want to be built Ford tough, but first I’m gonna need some money.
And these cards are stacked against me, tuition piles in the closet behind me.
The monster under the bed is real, and I swear he’s coming for me.
But my friends all say it’s okay: Smile politely, laugh coldly.
I want to spit in the face of all I hate until I find someplace where I can escape.
But I’m just digressing, please don’t alert the authorities.
‘Cause give me ten minutes tops with a couple of cops and I’ll send them away screaming.

Woe is me, stereotyping myself into a corner.
Is there a single passerby who can still call himself a loner?
I once had a dream that the world had lost its gleam, and the streetlights were put out by the floods.
When I awoke, I learned the world was just a joke, and now I’m so happy to be the punch line.

These punk-ass kids are breaking my back, and one of these days I’m gonna crack;
smash their heads to the wall, I’ll show them all, a real menace to society.
Yet here I sit, full of shit, rat in the cage but I don’t rattle it.
An old punk rocker with a corporate job says he’ll take it down from the inside.
If these wax catacombs don’t crush my bones, I’ll finally find a place that feels like home.
Paranoid without a cause, like a pinprick living in a house of gauze.
Don’t say I have to grow up, drink craft beer and watch the world cup.
I’ve got a million and one reasons why I shouldn’t stay, and I’m sure your name is in there someplace.
Complacent disregard will only get us very far.
No one’s ever made history by sitting around whining.
So I’ll fight to death anyone who tries to stop me,
I’m gonna fall from grace with a smile on my face and drift slowly into open space.

Woe is me, stereotyping myself into a corner.
Is there a single passerby who can still call himself a loner?
I once had a dream that the world had lost its gleam, and the streetlights were put out by the floods.
When I awoke, I learned the world was just a joke, and now I’m so happy to be the punch line.