Is a lost soul, rich and blind Say they wanna read my mind They really wanna read my mind Telling you right now, all you'll find They say they wanna read my mind Do you really wanna read my mind? I promise, all that you will find Blind, blind, blind Fine

Infamous up in this, you know how we get down Is that yo' hoe? She feelin' our style We come through the spot real heavy on the waist So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves Trained by the

Letting everything go And then they say (hey) and then they say Now this would be a beautiful death Jumping out the window No one man should have all that power (21st century schizoid man) The clock's tickin', I just count the hours 'Til then, fuck that,

Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) One, two, three, four There's a drought at the fountain of youth My tongue is swelling up Troubled times You know I cannot lie I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a

Ask any ol’ barstool Ask any ol’ barstool in this town Ask my new found party crowd Sure I take more jack in my coke now Sure I stay ‘til they’re all long gone And I take the long way home But I ain’t sittin’ ‘round Tryin’ to drown the thought of you I

The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot I still hear him scream The cops used to come around in my neighborhood "Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!" Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a

We're coming home again Well, nobody cares Everyone left you They're all out without you havin' fun Does anyone care if nobody cares? Get me out of here right now After ten cups of coffee Nobody likes you

Don't stop me now 'Cause I'm havin' a good time Two-hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit Don't stop me, don't stop me I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah I'm havin' such a good time I'm havin' a ball If you wanna have a good time Just

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed Where we slept; now it's growing cold. Jesse your face, in the place where we lay By the hearth, all

I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just