Why should I care if I have to cut my hair I got to move with the fashions or be outcast Though I should fight, my old man is really alright And I'm still living at home even though it won't last Suit, suit, white jacket with side vents, five inches long I'm out on the street again and I'm living alone Dressed right for a beach fight but I just can't explain Why that uncertain feeling is still here in my brain The kids at school have parents that seem so cool And though I don't want to hurt them, mine won't be their way Cleaned my room and my shoes but my mother found a box of blues And there doesn't seem much hope there, let me say Suit, suit, white jacket with side vents, five inches long I'm out on the street again and I'm living alone Dressed right for a beach fight but I just can't explain Why that uncertain feeling is still here in my brain Why do I have to be different to them Just to earn the respect of a dance-off friend And the same old vow again and again Why do I have to move with the crowd The kids that hardly notice I'm around Work myself to death just to fit in Coming down, got home on the very first train from town My dad just left for work, he wasn't talking It's all a game and inside I'm just the same Friday makes me sick first thing in the morning