2002-12-25 - 10:25 a.m.
I'm a little bit punk freak
I'm a little bit rock -n- roll
And I'm lookin' for something
(white boy got soul)
Beautiful disaster
Sing along with me
Type a little bit faster
(fast and furiously)
Crystalline formations
On the road we swerved
Like the sweet sensations,
Were they all self-served?
When it's all in the gutter
Do you still call my name?
Things we no longer utter,
Will it be the same?
Is there room for me now
In that place where you dwell?
I'm not sure I know how
To air condition hell.
But I'm a little bit punk freak
I'm a little bit rock 'n roll
And I'm lookin' for something
(white boy got soul)
Once you told me you loved me
Then you drove it to drink
Floating too far above me
Or below me, I think.
In a jar you exploited
Two insects from your yard
And those words you avoided
Made the hopping too hard
You were carried away
By mechanical bull,
You took lessons by day
And at night played the fool.
At the pools where you spawned,
Where the polar bears play,
Where the sucker fish yawned...
Grab the mic, let us pray
I'm a little bit punk freak
I'm a little bit rock n' roll
And I'm lookin' for something
(white boy got soul)
Was that you in that body?
Was it you that I kissed?
Was that your porta-potty?
Did I duly get dis'd?
I was flushed from your bud list
I was threatened and scorned
You blacklisted my "bidness"
Damn! I even got warned!
Now I stand in the shadows
With a hook in my mouth
I hang out at the gallows
Ever since you went south
And I think about living
Yes, it's simple and free
I'm still kind and forgiving
If you look you will see
I'm a little bit punk freak
I'm a little bit rock n roll
And I'm lookin' for something
(white boy got soul)
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