It’s hard to make songs when a war’s going on outside
No man is safe from
And you can run but you can’t hide forever
Mother won’t let up, telling me I should get up
And in the meantime, on that mean grind for cheddar
Underground Master Shredder, gave my brother my leather
Put on a sweater, I counted my change
I added my blessings
I stepped into the rain
To wash my brain


I am the son 
and the heir 
of a shyness 
that is criminally vulgar 
I am the son and heir 
of nothing in particular 
You shut your mouth 
how can you say 
I go about things the wrong way 
I am human and I need to be loved 
just like everybody else does