Quiet Boy
Have a seat son, where you been?
Gettin' taller, lookin' thin.
I hope you haven't grown me out,
Are you too big for your hometown?
D'ya hear about the Thompson twins?
Both are back AZ again.
Of all the ways that one could sin,
This town sure loves heroin.
But don't give me your opinion,
Just listen to me good.
You artist type just don't belong
In this old neighborhood.
What happened to the quiet boy that we once knew?
You both got matching scars, but he ain't you.
Well, Jessie Grey ain't been around.
Never liked her anyhow.
Knocked up by some Mexican.
Always pegged her for a lesbian.
But don't give me your opinion,
Just listen to me good.
You artist type just don't belong
In this old neighborhood.
What happened to the quiet boy that we once knew?
You both got matching scars, but he ain't you.
But am I wrong?
Should I bite my tongue and nod along?
Though I try to speak,
It's a waste of breath whispering in the breeze.
So I scream.
But don't give me your opinion,
Just listen to me good.
You artist type just don't belong
In this old neighborhood.
What happened to the quiet boy that we once knew?
You both got matching scars, but he ain't you.
Gettin' taller, lookin' thin.
I hope you haven't grown me out,
Are you too big for your hometown?
D'ya hear about the Thompson twins?
Both are back AZ again.
Of all the ways that one could sin,
This town sure loves heroin.
But don't give me your opinion,
Just listen to me good.
You artist type just don't belong
In this old neighborhood.
What happened to the quiet boy that we once knew?
You both got matching scars, but he ain't you.
Well, Jessie Grey ain't been around.
Never liked her anyhow.
Knocked up by some Mexican.
Always pegged her for a lesbian.
But don't give me your opinion,
Just listen to me good.
You artist type just don't belong
In this old neighborhood.
What happened to the quiet boy that we once knew?
You both got matching scars, but he ain't you.
But am I wrong?
Should I bite my tongue and nod along?
Though I try to speak,
It's a waste of breath whispering in the breeze.
So I scream.
But don't give me your opinion,
Just listen to me good.
You artist type just don't belong
In this old neighborhood.
What happened to the quiet boy that we once knew?
You both got matching scars, but he ain't you.
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Writer(s): Sean Michael Tobin
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