I haven’t slept since the puberty years
An adolescence filled with dope and fear
The glorious results of a misspent youth
And a million new ways of not telling the truth
Oh no, Now I’m stuck between a rock and a rock
Should I crawl out to tell you my story
All my days have been kidnapped
I cannot pay the ransom
Now I’m living on your time
Just like old Charlie Manson
Oh yeah, I want to tell you about it
No pink houses in my american dream
No picket fences or friendly neighbors
I’m living inside, but I still travel far
I don’t want it, you can have it
No material needs
No extra nothing, just a cell in an abstract life
I am the king the neighborhood
If you want to hate me then I think you should
And I am the king of the neighborhood
If you want to love me then I think you should
I don’t want a baby that looks like that
She don’t wan’t a baby that looks like that
I don’t want a baby that looks like that
She don’t wan’t a baby that looks like that
Oh yeah
That’s it, that’s my story
Put in here, out of sight…No future in an abstract life