And you're like a nineties Jesus
And you rebel in your psychosis
How dare you
And you sample concept like hors-d'oeuvres
And you eat their questions for dessert
Is it just me or is it hot in here?
And you're like a nineties Kennedy
And you're really a million years old,
You can't fool me
They'll throw up in millions like rocks in riots
And they'll stumble around like hypocrites
Is it just me or is it dark in here?
Well you may never be a happy husband
You may never have a whole child
You will learn loose to everything
Be our temporary arrangements
And you're like a nineties Noah
And they laughed at you as you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you're frustrated
And they wonder why you're so angry
And is it just me or are you fed up
God bless you in your travels
In your conquest and queries
