Music: Josh Radnor
I won ' t be like my father
And I broke up with my mother
I got tired of her kisses
Tired of her smotherings
Around my fingers
Let me punch and **** things up
The sight of blood and bone
And bruises makes me feel like I have woken up
To all the madness all around me
I told you that you can kill me out behind the house
I'm getting high with just a soda can
A lighter and some pessimism
A dalliance with anarchism
I think Sally loves me, I am plotting our escape from here
Just because they name me that don't mean that they can tame me
I will not renew my membership
I won't be an ambassador
Your name brand PR
campaign to vindicate the family name
You fear dirty laundry aired
I fear living and dying scared and alone
Do not tell me I don't know
I got voices in my head
They won't shut up 'til l'm dead
But now all I see is red
I am drunk on whiskey, I forgot things about absinthe
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
so l'll go off to the yonder
Smoke it, sniff it, snort it, drink it,Screw it, punch it, kick it, lick it
There's a feeling to be had,don't wanna die, don't wanna miss it
The more you want to agitate
The more I want to masturbate
Jerks, they're lurking everywhere with herbal smiles and perfect hair
I will steal their girlfriends, I will also steal their Subaru's
Throw my ass in prison
I don't care l'll run the joint by noon and oh
Do not tell me I don't know
I got voices in my head
They won't shut up when I'm dead
Until then l'm seeing red
You promised me wonders,glories, untold possibilities
This is all that life is I've been sold a lemon tree
The bitterness it stings and I've stopped trusting you or anyone
And I will burn your face off,I've the power of a hundred suns
You would send me off to war,you don't care about me, my friends
We are all expendable,cannon fodder for your freedoms
Why'd you bring me here, am I just supposed to buy until I die
To work and work and work and be a tiny man who eats and votes
Don't tell me there's no place for anger
here I've watched your TV show
Beneath the word mobility,you're seething with hostility
Infinite passive aggressive,low grade clinical depression
If that's what life's supposed to be
I'll say "no thank you, * you please"And oh
Do not tell me I don't know
I got voices in my head
I will shut up when l'm dead
But now I'm seeing red
Until then I'm seeing red
but now all I see is