And you're like a 90's Jesus
And you revel in your psichosis
How dare you?
And you sample concepts like hors d'euvres
And you eat the questions for deserve
Is it just me or is it hot in here?
And you're like a 90's Keneddy
And you're really a million years old
You can't fool me
They'll throw opinions like rock in riots
And they'll stumble around like hypocrites
Is it just me or is it dark in here?
Well, you may never be or have a husband
You may never have or hold a child
You will learn to lose everything
We are temporary arrangements
Ah, ah
And you're like a 90's Noah
And they laughted at you
As you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you're frustrated
And they wonder why you're so angry
(And) Is it just me or are you fed up
And God bless you in your travels
In your conquests and queries