My Descent Into Madness

No I'm not a star
I'm a king of the road, yeah

La-la la-la, la-la la-la

Springfield's looking pretty dusty today
I see their dreams coming undone
The view from inside ward nine affords this much
A town teeming with the unloved

Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight

La-la la-la, la-la la-la
La-la la-la, la

Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost
Have a not-so-nice day
The jacket makes me straight, so I can just sit back and bake
You know I think I'm gonna stay

Talking very loud but no one hears a word I say

La-la la-la, la-la la-la
La-la la-la, la
La-la la-la, la-la la-la
La-la la-la, la

Come visit me tonight at eight o'clock and then you'll see how I...
Am not the crazy one
Voices tell me
I'm the shit

Twenty days go by and every day looks the same

La-la la-la, la-la la-la
La-la la-la, la
La-la la-la, la-la la-la
La, la, la, la, la

I'm the shit



Credits
Writer(s): Mark O. Everett, Michael S. Simpson, Paul E. Huston, Daniel M. Nakamura
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