I put my favourite shirt on
the one with no dirt on
and I don't really a turn on (?)
a night assigned by Tim Burton
I sew a bug to my sleeve
my own shoes I will weave
tonight there's fun guaranteed
my own life I will leave behind
then I draw the blinds on the day
and dream my life way
why won't you hear me say
oh, why won't you punch me?
oh, why won't you kick me?
oh, why won't you spit in my face?
when I become like this
when I become like this
I had the gas station pumps
I think the cold's made me numb
om my way to club Gump
I'm standing by the ??
I feel like Forrest Gump
with a little more punk
I think my brain have shrunk
because my chocolate's box is
making me drunk
then I draw the blinds on the day
and dream my life away
why won't you hear me say
oh, why won't you punch me?
oh, why won't you kick me?
oh, why won't you spit in my face?
when I become like this
when I become like this
