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 *** Twenty days go by and every day looks the same La la la La la la I'm the ***
