Lyrics

I’ve seen southern towns, been the northern route
East and west still a mystery to me
I’ve had many jobs, never liked the boss
Doesn’t mean I’m a bad employee
Something is wrong in my head
For listening to all that they said
We’ve been picked apart, put in social class
Were you born with a silver spoon?
Or maybe you had nothing and
That makes you work even harder for what you sought after
Something is wrong in my head
For listening to all that they said
Something is wrong in my head
For listening to all that they said
All this time waiting, anticipating
Something is wrong in my head
Hey, nice to meet you
What you see is not really me
I’d like to show you the inside
And all of the things I can be
Hey, nice to meet you
What you see is not really me
I’d like to show you the inside
And all of the things I can be
Who’s this “they” that we speak of?
With no faces… why do they run you and me?
Something is wrong in my head
For listening to all that they said
Something is wrong in my head
For listening to all that they said
Something is wrong in my head
For listening to all that they said
Something is wrong in my head
For listening to all that they said
All this time waiting, anticipating
Something is wrong in my head
For listening to all that they said