What brings you around? Did you lose something the last time you were here? You'll never find it now It's buried deep with your identity So stand aside
Well I am just a mutt And nowhere is my home Where dignity's a land mine In the school of lost hope I've panhandled for life 'Coz I'm not afraid to beg
Ready for a cheap escape On the brink of self destruction Widespread panic Broken glass inside my head Bleeding down these thoughts of anguish Mass confusion
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days They're getting over the hill Death is closing in and catching up As far as I can tell Got a plan of action
Cheapskate on the hill A thrill seeker makin' deals Sugar city urchin wastin' time Town of lunatics Beggin' for another fix Turnin' tricks for speed
Boxed up all of her favorite things Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale Big plans and leaving friends and a westbound sign Weighed out her choices on a
Standin' on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue Rippin' up my transfer And a photograph of you You're a blur on my dead past and rottin' existence As
I've got a knack for fuckin' everythin' up My temper flies and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short and my blood pressure's high I lose control
: Stranded...lost inside myself My own worst friend My own closest enemy I'm Branded...maladjusted Never trusted anyone Let alone myself I must insist
: I'm on a mission I made my decision To lead a path of self destruction A slow progression Killing my complexion And it's rotting out my teeth I'm
: I'm just a mutt And nowhere is my home Where dignity's a land mine In the school of lost hope I've panhandled for a life because I'm not afraid to
: What brings you around? Did you lose something the last time you were here? You'll never find it now It's buried deep with your identity So stand
: I've got a knack for fucking everything up My temper flies and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high I lose control
: Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days They're getting over the hill Death is closing in and catching up As far as I can tell Got a plan of action
: I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own...
: Standing on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue Ripping up my transfer And a photograph of you You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existance
: Somebody keep my balance I think I'm falling off Into a state of regression The expiration date Rapidly coming up It's leaving me behind to rank Always
