The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection and living at night isn't helping my complexion. The signs all say it's a social infection. A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection.
Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit. She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit. I get so excited I always gotta lose it then they pack me off and make me take the cure.
I don't need a cure. I need a final solution.
Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction. Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction. It seems I'm the victim of a natural selection or maybe just a slide in another direction.
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