I don’t want to be me anymore. Everyone’s chosen to ignore me. It seems they
all know what’s in store. So I let the public program me. If they don’t like
What you say. They’ll shut you off like a TV. And if you do something wrong or
write an intelligent song. They’ll throw it all away. Everyone just imitates
eachother. And they think it’s something true. But, I know I’m just waiting.
For the money I make off my CD. Jimmy cracked corn. And I don’t give a fuck.
I’ll just take my chances. I’ll just press my luck. Everyone is looking at you
now, so just give in. You know you’re running out of time, you can’t win.
