Driving with my little bike,
I see the neighbor's tiny wife
You are there waving at me,
writing your own history
Balloons are blown,
balloons are burst,
why do I always think of the worst?
There is no one I could stand,
except the boy that plays in a band
Postman, Peter and Milkman, more!
Prostitute is taking a blow,
preacher's wife is not aware Her man is having an affair,
what a lovely weather it is It'll rain,
I wish,
children playing on the grass We can see their bare ass
Good, can't do you no good, no good, good,
can't do you no good
People are just what they seem,
my hometown is not a dream
Take my word,
I'm still alive,
worse than this is hard to find
As the sun slowly goes down,
on my face you'll see a frown
Happy when I get some sleep,
cause in my dreams I'm not a freak
Good,
can't do you no good, no good, good,
can't do you no good
No good,
no good,
I can't do you no good,
no good,
no good
Driving with my little bike,
I see the neighbor's tiny wife
You are there waving at me,
writing your own history
Good, can't do you no good, no good, good,
can't do you no good