The Outsiders
Here I am, but nothings changed
The same old shit still remains
I wish my head would do the same
But mounted stress has driven it astray
Lost and found is my fate
Always turning up in the strangest places
Kicked around by the loud and faceless
With empty crowds always shouting names at me
So tie my hands behind my back
Wrap my head in an old brown bag
Send my soul into space
I'm not built for Earth, I don't belong in this place
I'm not built for Earth, I don't belong in this place
The same old shit still remains
I wish my head would do the same
But mounted stress has driven it astray
Lost and found is my fate
Always turning up in the strangest places
Kicked around by the loud and faceless
With empty crowds always shouting names at me
So tie my hands behind my back
Wrap my head in an old brown bag
Send my soul into space
I'm not built for Earth, I don't belong in this place
I'm not built for Earth, I don't belong in this place
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Writer(s): Ryan Burger
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