But all my friends, they don't know what it's like, what it's like They don't understand why I can't sleep through the night Damn, I wish it, I wish it was that simple, ah All my friends they don't know what it's like, what it's like Feel like I'm always

Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch When the shit hit the fan It was all I could stand Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathing while it can But what I don't understand is that My world ain't gettin' no brighter If I could touch

But everyone is humming a song That I don't understand. I told you I wanted to be wrong, You know where I come from You know what I feel You're Yul Brenner Westworld Reporting from the field. I threw it into reverse, Made a motion to repeal.

Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you