Unable to accept my change
They threw me aside and called me strange
Instead of try and understand me
They can not bear to just withstand me

Society's little whore, nature's little freak
He's so very odd, let's poke him with a stick
He isn't getting better with the days
Let's try to shape him to our ways

Unsatisfied with my life's source
they try to feed me they're by force
They pull me harder from the night
Into they're vigelante riches light

There, look, he's well again
No more sadness, no more pain
No more thoughts that are not pure
This little specimen we can endure

I'm smiling, I'm laughing and numb
I'm happy, I'm carefree and dumb
I'm one of them, I'm in the sun
Right now I'd die for just one gun