Gym Class Heroes
앨범 : The Papercut Chronicles

I walk on decrepit bricks and kick
sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and
goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates
for unexpected vacations
That's my pre gratitude
Post please leave me alone
that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flip side
I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me
to sin again but then again
I'm really mommy's little angel
But that angel on my shoulder
got strangled
For trying to tangle with his nemesis
he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles
I'm on my way to the store ignoring the city
To purchase a pack of Marb' Reds
with a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's
and my stomach holds plenty
But my pocket's got holes
I guess the goal is to stay empty
Quite simply put me and
my pockets share interest
I'll never fall in love with
that pretty green eyed temptress twice
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with
that ever changing Jordan
line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones my eye's
vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones
plus I breath artistic
They eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting
and use my spit as mat medium
And results are my children
we share the same genes
Cast the same reflections
and interpret the same dreams
Like whoa like whoa like whoa like whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
And at night I roam these streets
with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statementI feel fine
Content with the fact
that I know this city's mine
And at night I roam these streets
with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement
I feel fine
Content with the fact
that I know this city's mine
I walk down dead end streets like
I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back
that's fine and dandy
But what's whack is the fact
I'm still walking
Like Thank God for Walkmans
I'm only yawning 'cause these simple
minded mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do I resort to TV
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb
myself with lackluster images
And insignificant information like
Willis was really Todd Bridges
Just to have the upper hand
in monotonous conversations
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional
families with gloomy faces
Rockin' Don't Worry Be Happy T shirts
And you're assuming I'm tasteless
You misconstrue it
but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of
a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans
and walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick
I'll let them protesters picket like
they are gonna make a difference
And watch them die before they realize
That their cause was nonexistent
Like their cause was nonexistent
And at night I roam these streets
with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last
statement I feel fine
Content with the fact
that I know this city's mine
And at night I roam these streets
with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement
I feel fine
Content with the fact
that I know this city's mine
I walk on shitty city sidewalks
stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say
when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated
when my mind turned paraplegic
Plus I failed my Civil Service exam
they said I cheated
Not to mention tainted urine samples
And the attention span of a second grader
More fascinated with building blocks
than wasting time
Stressing his daily lesson hence the ritalin
I've been gone with the wind
like lucky lottery tickets since day one
And stepped on the left 'cause right's wrong
So what do I do
I resort to friendly games of ping pong
And sing a song in Sixpence
I'm None the Richer
I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking
And at night I roam these streets
with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement I feel fine
Content with the fact
that I know this city's mine
And at night I roam these streets
with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement I feel fine
Content with the fact
that I know this city's mine