I don't like the color of the streets I don't like the faces that I meet I don't like the music that I hear I don't like the way they all stand and stare
I don't wanna climb to the top I don't wanna live under the clock I wasn't made for this world I wasn't made for this world
I don't like the people that I like I don't like the lies that you hide I don't like the art that you sell What I like you damn, damned to hell
I don't wanna live under the clock I don't wanna climb to the top I wasnt made for this world I wasnt made for this world
(breakdown)
I don't like my friends & they don't like me I don't like the grinning faces on TV I don't like gold shining bright I don't like the poems that I write
I don't wanna live under the clock I don't wanna climb to the top I wasnt made for this world I wasnt made for this world