im the son of rage and love
the jxxxx xx suburbia
from the bible of
none of the above
on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin
no one ever died for my sins in hell
as far as ican tell
at leat the ones i got away with
but theres nothing wrong with me
this is how i'm supposed to be
i a land of make believe
that dont believe in me
get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
the living room
in my private womb
while the moms and brads are away
to fall in love and fall in debt
to alchohol and cigarettes
and mary jane
to keep me insane
and doing someone else's cocaine

*+*neel pori*+*