Just do it
The world will be a better place
To be strong is to be weak
Tomorrow is just a phase
They hate your guts
And they hate your outsides
So easy to attack
When the cause seems justified
Oh, no
The outsider stands
With his heart and his eyes in his hand
They talk in code
They call you a boy
When bodies change
Souls become unemployed
Well, speak that word again
And I might just fall off the face of the earth again
You're positively 4th street
And when the doors meet, I see
Charlie Manson eating strawberry ice cream
And when will the colors bleed
Oh, yeah
The outsider stands
With his heart and his eyes in his hand
Bad vibrations coming from
Every corner of a compass
Didn't know life was a contest
Don't want to be an object
Don't want to compete on the world stage
But as always, all I've got is this page
And a dead dream- there's a hole in the clouds-
I see it floating