The drunk's face breaks into sweat As his friend falls under the wheels But the headlights don't flinch And the engine doesn't stutter (oh yeah) Think about myself I think about myself Care about myself I care about myself I only care about myself And other fears too stupid to mention The ending of 'Dramamine' scared Degnan The way that you all see me That's who I am but not who I need to be Moving my joke body through the cold November night (Ha ha) Hate yourself Do you hate yourself? I don't hate myself I tolerate myself I wish I was someone else But it seems to stupid to mention I know I'll be ripped in heaven I was young, I was thin I had money and I loved you But then came the Shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah I need a name for what I'm feeling Then I can start to work on a meaning Speaking of the Shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah In a crowded room you will Hear your own opinion voiced You can sit back without a word Watch it spread or fall silent Oh yeah It's too late to speak I could get out of bed Find a pencil and write Leave it for you to find If the moment is gone To say I figured out what the problem was I'd been thinking about it earlier Hey! Can you hear me now? Am I alone in my futile efforts? Sometimes I get so mad that I can't do the few things I usually can Which is sad Occupying space I know I take up space Will there be a space For my soul in space (That's heaven to me) 98083 Post office box 295 And now I'm young, and I'm thin And I have money and I love you But here he comes Shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah Thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon I need a name for what I'm feeling Then I can start to work on a meaning Speaking of the Shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah Thanks for fucking with my head, come again soon I can't hear a thing now I guess I belong to me now But when night fell on Montana I found a rest stop completely deserted But I felt the eyes upon me So I drove away