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