i keep trying but i can't get rid of the teenager inside me.
i oscillate between grown up and blown up.
i hold on to the fantasy of happiness while getting on with the reality of crappiness.
there's two of me, one innocent and optimistic, one jaded and fatalistic.
i try to love my woman though it seems we're designed for
opposite views and an unending gender-war.
i'm a nice guy, i think, but i don't spend enough time at the kitchen sink.
i'd love to have a son but i think i'm firing blanks.
i've had sex with more women than the federal reserve has banks.
and in all of this and all of that
my heart line is basically flat
i'm just another fucking peasant pretending to be pleasant
while hating the aristocracy who give the power to bureaucracy
my left hand wants a gun while my right hand just wants fun
i'm divided and derided, both my spirits on the run
coz, yes, there's two of me, but you can't be both, can we ?
and in the end, out goes the light
my unheard voice these words will write
i oscillate between grown up and blown up.
i hold on to the fantasy of happiness while getting on with the reality of crappiness.
there's two of me, one innocent and optimistic, one jaded and fatalistic.
i try to love my woman though it seems we're designed for
opposite views and an unending gender-war.
i'm a nice guy, i think, but i don't spend enough time at the kitchen sink.
i'd love to have a son but i think i'm firing blanks.
i've had sex with more women than the federal reserve has banks.
and in all of this and all of that
my heart line is basically flat
i'm just another fucking peasant pretending to be pleasant
while hating the aristocracy who give the power to bureaucracy
my left hand wants a gun while my right hand just wants fun
i'm divided and derided, both my spirits on the run
coz, yes, there's two of me, but you can't be both, can we ?
and in the end, out goes the light
my unheard voice these words will write
