"Cyclops" lyrics
Save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit
I'll burn in hell and be through with it
I got a life
It ain't big, but it's a life
And I got clothes and heaven knows that I've still got my health
I look good if I do say so myself
I've got a soul
It ain't yours, but it's a soul
Chalk up my lack of fire to self control
All the dicks with night sticks, poison boys in blue
All the dumb and uglies in your wrecking crew
They make me bleed, nothing I can do
Wouldn't be so sure if I were you
Weren't you the guys with the "get lost" eyes who made my high school great?
You found me again, but this time you're here too late
I paid my dues when I wore corrective shoes
When I earned the right to ignore you
Toughest kid in gym class
Terror in the hall
Necking with the prom queen, captain every fall
You can't cut me now cos your knife's got dull
It must piss you off to know it all
I'll burn in hell and be through with it
I got a life
It ain't big, but it's a life
And I got clothes and heaven knows that I've still got my health
I look good if I do say so myself
I've got a soul
It ain't yours, but it's a soul
Chalk up my lack of fire to self control
All the dicks with night sticks, poison boys in blue
All the dumb and uglies in your wrecking crew
They make me bleed, nothing I can do
Wouldn't be so sure if I were you
Weren't you the guys with the "get lost" eyes who made my high school great?
You found me again, but this time you're here too late
I paid my dues when I wore corrective shoes
When I earned the right to ignore you
Toughest kid in gym class
Terror in the hall
Necking with the prom queen, captain every fall
You can't cut me now cos your knife's got dull
It must piss you off to know it all
