And you`re like a 90`s Jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you?
You sample concepts like hors d`oeurves
And you eat their questions for dessert
And is it just me or is it hot in here?
And you`re like a 90`s Kennedy
And you`re only a million years old
They can`t fool you
They`ll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And they`ll stumble around like hypocrites
And is it just me or is it dark in here?
You may never be or have a husband
You may never have or hold a child
You will learn to loose everything
We are temporary arrangements
And you`re like a 90`s Noah
And they laughed at you when you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you`re frustrated
And they wonder why you`re so angry
Is it just me or are you fed up
And god bless you in you`re travels
in your conquests and queries...