I'm standin' in a shadow, hating the world
I keep a wall around me, block out the herd
It's a nerve-wreck placeto be, it kills real
Quick
You gotta scrape the concrete off your dick
But we're gonna live so happily
In a faraway place, just you and me
If I don't crap out
The sun will shine and give us a hug
The world will sing like a happy bug
If I don't crap out
No and I won't crap out
I won't crap out

I'm glad I am crazy, it keeps me trying
I despise the trendies, I know
They're lying

If you want to stir up real mud
You had better pay with real blood
But the birds will sing a sweet melody
In a couple of green indifferent trees
If I don't crap out

And you're gonna know how fine you are
Gonna write your name on a violet star
If I don't crap out

We'll have a window and we'll have a door
And a reason to be living for
If I don't crap out

And the material singers will fade into dust
Like forgotten merchants of disgust
If I don't crap out
No I won't crap out
No I'll never crap out
Oh I won't crap out
I won't crap out

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Writer(s): JAMES OSTERBERG