Chemical bath soak me up,
***** skin with ***** mind,
Laying face first in the porcelain,
There's only one thing I can't find,
That's the will to live more lives.

Yet still I cleanse myself,
Rid these bones of my own,
Tainted soul,
Corrupted, selfish mind all for itself.

Gen X on A, B, and C street,
Hating themselves and the world they reside,
Shut down and shut up by the gens outside their own,
Unable to be set free from these dying sparks.

Get a load of me
Get a load of you
Get a load of everyone in this room
Cowards hiding in the corner
Lions standing in the limelight

Everybody's sick of me
Everybody's sick of you
Everybody's sick of everyone in this room
Burnouts staring at the balloon
Royalty living with the runaways

Heard my name
Heard your name
Heard everyone in this room
Cause they screamed at everybody else

From the Cowards in the corner
To the Lions in the limelight
And the Burnouts popping balloons
While the Royalties dine with the runaways

Don't you make me laugh,
I just wanna be sad,
Your smile is looking bad,
Drop dead and sink instead.

Sometimes I fear that dad is dead,
Broken down and turned out mad,
***-luck as the grand-dad fad,
Fresh out of luck aren't ya'?

I had an affair with the entryway,
Touched lips with the steps,
Put my pride down the street lines,
Fell out of love,
And dropped my heart into the potted plants.

I went to a town the other night,
Alone and barely afraid,
Never seen these sights before,
But I'm watching these trucks sweep me by.

I waited till midnight to buy myself a bed.
I swear this body isn't being sold,
To the man under the stairs.

Oh, I cried to the lord, yes I did.
I don't believe in him but-
I was scared,
What do you do when you're scared?

These streetlights light my feet,
Less often do I feel so **** free.

Motel 6 is now my home, for now.
Forevermore, I'm gone from warm,
To every rock being my bone,
Goodnight to the disheartening tone.

These streetlights light my feet,
Less often do I feel so **** free.

I can't tell my head from my hands,
There's a similarity of my palms,
The curves that dive down and then back up,
Appear similar to the dips and hills of my brain.

It's like I can't feel you anymore,
Your touch, it's bleak,
Your voice, it's muffled,
I'm scared of losing this heart of mine.

Important song and it takes on,
This whole new type of wrong,
I can't clean so I can't plead,
No more knees but I can see,
You're a lost charm,
Don't mean any harm,
But what the hell does it mean to be warm?

I wanna see you,
I want to need you,
I must plead you,
Insane.