What in the hell is wrong with The deranged should be caged, what is wrong people? It must be them, cant you see it couldnt be me? Where their road ends, thats where begins
Theres a giant in my heart But all I have to do is fill it up with It all the holes, it hides all my boredom And my restlessness, it enhances my personality
But makes me order three of buffalo wings I would normally have just one It forces me to bob my head to that I really, really hate And it makes me want to strike at the bar Who orders two waters with
And once again I find bobbing my head to a mediocre song When I two marginally attractive girls Parking it to me at the bar Sipping spring with a twist of lemon
What in the hell is with people? The should be caged, what is wrong with people? It must be them, cant you see it couldnt be me? Where their road ends, where mine begins
And Im to puke a small child sits next to me at the bar But okay Because to me peoples kids are fine
So its no surprise that its parents are ordering With lemon and a root for the child Do you ever find yourself striving for a virtually worthless attempt at it? And is that why I myself eavesdropping constantly?
Sports bars are the places to meet people you hate Not that Ive met anyone Its just a of listening to their conversations And assuming that you hate ofcourse that probably isnt true Because I can get along with anyone if I absolutely to
in the hell is wrong with people? The deranged should be caged, what is wrong people? It must be them, cant you see that it be me Where their road ends, where mine begins
Oh, here we go a couple a few tables down, just lunch The guy a basketball tank top is having a veggie burger With fruit instead of fries and his date is just having a salad It must be first date
And goes better with rabbit food than ice water a slice of lemon Sometimes I think if I be anyone in the whole world I be a magician
No, then I would hate more than I already do But at least then I make all of these people in the bar Be more like me or even make befriend me
But then again I could become one of And only would I understand the befits Of putting a of lemon in ordinary drinking water
in the hell is wrong with people? The deranged should be caged, is wrong with people? It must be them, you see that it couldnt be me Where their road ends, thats mine begins