Contextual Analysis of "model citizen" in Lyrics

oooh. what a pair

i think i've got them fooled them again

i'm a family man

torment the mailman

don't want no incidents

please show me how you fight

all this processed

no alibi burning their beauty from your face

valium and ritalin

time to write yourself a reward

the people will greet you with derision

so darlin' don't be afraid to run

drinking your way to drydock

living in the state of shock

that i lost when i was six

no

burnin' down the avenue

zero discipline

this transparency is killing me

and the hearts too hard to please