My Descent Into Madness

No, I don't know how to start
I'm the king of the roads, yeah

La la la

Springfield's looking pretty dusty today
I see their dreams coming undone
The view from inside ward nine affords this much
A town teeming with the unloved
Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight

La la la

Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost
Have a not so nice day
The jacket makes me straight so I can just sit back and bake
You know I think I'm gonna stay
Talking very loud but no one hears a word I say

La la la

La la la

Come visit me tonight at eight o'clock
And then you'll see how I am not the crazy one

Voices tell me I'm the shit

Twenty days go by and every day looks the same

La la la

La la la

I'm the shit