The condition is so crushing as if all the world is crashing
all the world comes crashing world comes crashing down on me
and the news is so distorted, viewed through someone else's glasses
reprinted for the masses and so I killed my TV
and are you type to let yourself get scared
we all go swimming naked or at least down to our underwear
and am I the type to miss you when I'm gone
Well I guess it won't be that long
Driving to strange places seeing even stranger faces
And am I the type to let myself complain
Everything's so foreign and so I plug my guitar into a broken amplifier
I am happy I am sane and I am growing every day
in every single way
And I'm already gone and I feel so free
and I will sing my victory song, awoowoowoo