Disaster

Woke up this morning in front of the ‘ol corner store

And every time I put myself down I keep on coming back for more

Now the bells of the church are tolling for another deserving saint

While I’m strolling the streets with no place to go

But I ‘aint asking for anybodies thanks

I’m a fucked up boy in a fucked up world

You’re never gonna see your life trough my eyes

And I’ll never know my reflection in their mirrors of misdirection

Washing away in a see of fucking lies

I ‘aint a fucking saint

Ya think I’m a bum

In a world that fucking rejects you, they think they’ve already won

Now they kick you to the curb like you’re some politician’s bastard son

Now everyone’s complaining ‘bout the things I already know

But what I wanna know are your ears bleeding from the sounds that are coming

From the radio

I’m a fuckin’ disaster...