I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on

I don't belong here Not in this atmosphere Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye The human race Sick of running Started with a kick and a punch A claw to the face

I'm a hurricane And there's a storm you're starting now I'm a wandress I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain And there's a storm you're starting I went down to a place in Bed Stuy

I am not the boy next door I don't belong like I did before Nothin' ever seems like it used to be You can have your dreams, but you can't have me I can't go back there anymore 'Cause I am not the boy next door Comin' home used to feel so good I'm a

You're fighting me, you knew me, all desires No lock or key can hide the truth you're keeping from me It's a feeling, I don't belong here But a man's on the outside looking in, wondering who's in his old armchair It's a feeling, you never belonged to me

Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers, and some to

He don't belong to no one now God is a wild old dog Someone left out on the highway I seen him running by me Dropped him out on 93 Wild old dogs Mange was setting in on his hips and on his knees Between the highways running north and south We pulled on

I'm a hurricane And there's a storm you're starting now I'm a wanderess I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain And there's a storm you're starting Come and fade me