people who don't understand
tryin' to keep together a band
pigs that never let me be
most of the justice that i see
routine ruts from day to day
girls who won't go all the way
rides that always sketch on me
have to have her home by three
thing i want that i can't get
these are some of the many things that make me
needles always stuck on 'e'
bums who want a ride for free
kids who jones away the lines
cop poured out my jug of wine
friends that never seem to call
freaks that call out of the walls
boss won't cut me any slack
bill collectors on my back
people who were born to stare
sledgehammer pulled out the air
record biz so full of doubt
chicks that want in on the list
guys who live to use their fists
rent hikes all around the town
got no place to lay me down
these are more of the things that make me
these are more of the things that make me