Joey White - Damaged Goods

"We'll probably get caught for hooking this period, but who cares?
Who cares if we fail. It'd be fun to be expelled"
"I hope I get arrested
I hate this school and all these ignorant teachers who don't know one thing
I'm the one who should be teaching; I hate my parents too"
Walkin' down the street
See someone I wanna meet
But I can't talk to them
Lizard smoke fills my eyes
drive to ease my mind
My life feels so Lynchian
I'm so fucked up
You're so fucked up
We're all fucked up too
I'm no silly goose
I'm just on the loose
I went in with a smile
Pastor Bob wants to shake my hand
A different tune from the band
Don't you dare make a sound
I don't want a part of that cult
Please don't touch my shoulders
I don't want to stick around
These days, I keep to myself
Lay out on the shelf
Melinda stares from the hall
Stick around for the food
A fool and a brood
Hang me up on the wall
I'm so fucked up
You're so fucked up
We're all fucked up too
I'm no silly goose
I'm just on the loose
I left without a smile
I'll never be saved
Dry those tears from your eyes
I'm not sure why you're surprised
When I die I'll be fried
In the skillet pan
Of this cruel life

Written by:
Joey White

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