Из альбома: First Band On The Moon
Look at all these losers
you find them everywhere
they're fucked up and annoying
but somehow you seem to care
It's easier to laugh
but something makes you stick around
you can't watch from above
and keep your ten toes in the sand
You wish that you were special
I'm just like you
Close your eyes
that'll be the day you'll find those lies
Fold your ears
that'll be the day that you will hear
that'll be the day you
get back home
It's lonely to be strange
and you would never tell
that you're one of these itches
you know it much too well
losers are your weakness
they will always touch your heart
you're touching me as well
'cause I have always been a part
You wish that you were special
I'm just like you