I'm bored out my mind, Too sick to even care. I'll take a little walk, Nobody's going to know. I'm in senior year — It gives you a little free time. I'll just use it all at once!
Took the fence and the lane, The bus, then the train, Bought an 'Independent' to make me look like I've got brains. I made a story up in my head: if anybody would ask, I'm going to a seminar!
I'm a genius, I'm a prodigy, A demon at Maths and Science. I'm up for a prize. If you gotta grow up sometime, You've got to do it on your own. I don't think I could stand to be stuck. That's the way that things were going.
The Bible's my tool — There's no mention of school! My Damascan Road's my transistor radio. I tune in at night, when my mum and my dad start to fight, I put on my headphones. And I tune out. I am devout. The girls are singing about my life, But they're not here, they've got the, the wild life.
If you want to find out, find out, You got to look them in the eye. That's why my only choice Is find the face behind the voice.
She asked the man if the service was open. 'Not today, just the choir from the radio.' 'Couldn't I sit in? I've come all this way.' 'Will you bugger off, I've got work to do.'
The city was losing its appeal, God was asleep. He was back in her village, in the fields.
Oh, if I could make sense of it all! I wish that I could sing. I'd stay in a melody, I would float along in my everlasting song. What would I do to believe?