sometimes it feels just good enough
well i fail as good as anybody else
lost interest in politics
when they talk it bores me to the brain
so this is modern living?
the more things stay the same
i must admit i'm at a lost
i don't know how you do what you do
i'm sick from all this plastic glamour
no need to walk through your front door no more
market youth their uniform
if it's so wicked why don't you wear it too
i'm a mass media casualty
from people that don't have a clue
sometimes it feels just good enough
you make me feel good enough to scream