Why do I deny all that’s accepted true? Why can’t I live my life like I’m expected to? Get a college degree, buy colour TV? Oh what’s exactly the mater with me?
I believe no one’s conclusions, I think for myself. I take nothing for granted, my brain aint on the shelf. I’ve got my views though I’m missed and confused. Oh what’s exactly the matter with me?
Why can’t I settle down in one little place? Find me a girl and get out of this race? But, my boots start itching, my eyes start looking. Oh what’s exactly the matter with me?
Why can’t I march when the cause is just? Stamp out oppression, greed and lust? Oh, inferiority, insecurity. Yeah, that’s exactly the matter with me.
Why do I “yes” people that I despise? Why can’t I say “I hate you” right to your eyes? Oh, Inferiority in hostility. Yeah, that’s exactly the matter with me. That’s exactly the matter with me.