Long time since I've been around,
And I hear everybody's still pushing me down.
They say it's the reason, it's a terrible noise,
Like snips and snails making up little boys.
It's no goddamn tragedy, anything criminal,
Only that history makes all this subliminal.

You say it's all in my mind:
I'm locked out, out of my mind.
You're probably thinking I'm probably wrong.
But it just doesn't matter, coz it's not my song.
I got my own room, a box without locks,
And if it was up to me, nobody knocks, nobody.

CHORUS
Try to tell you something
I think you heard before.
If I could get the words right,
I wouldn 't have to sing anymore.

What do you think? I'll never know.
What does it feel like? I'll never know.

I guess I learned all of your rules,
So let me play the game, I'll try to be cool.

Please wait a minute mistah!
I'm sorry it won't happen again, I promise.
I'll take off my coat and put on my pajamas.
I didn't mean it whatever I said.