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