Springfield's looking pretty dusty today
I see their dreams coming undone
The view from inside ward nine affords this much
A town teeming with the unloved
Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight

Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost
Have a not so nice day
The jacket makes me straight so I can just sit back and bake
You know I think I'm gonna stay
Talking very loud but no one hears a word I say

Come visit me tonight at eight o'clock and then
You'll see how I am not the crazy one
Voices tell me I'm the shit

Twenty days go by and every day looks the same

I'm the shit

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Writer(s): DANIEL M. NAKAMURA, MARK EVERETT, MIKE SIMPSON, PAUL E. HUSTON