Springfield's looking pretty dusty today
I see their dreams coming undone
The view from inside ward nine affords this much
A town teeming with the unloved
Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight
Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost
Have a not so nice day
The jacket makes me straight so I can just sit back and bake
You know I think I'm gonna stay
Talking very loud but no one hears a word I say
Come visit me tonight at eight o'clock and then
You'll see how I am not the crazy one
Voices tell me I'm the shit
Twenty days go by and every day looks the same
I'm the shit