Petrified Life and the Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks)

Just to turn around and walk back

That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking

...like... "thank god for walkmans"

I'm only yawning because these simply minded

mortals make me sleepy

So what do I do? I resort to TV

In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself

with lackluster images

And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges"

just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation,

and for lack of better stimulation

I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families

with gloomy faces rockin;

"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless?

You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it

The basic essentials of a very bitter young man

that kicks rusty soda cans

and walks on decrepit bricks

with a permanent pair of headphones

trying to make these lectures stick

I'll let the protestors picket,

like they are going to make a difference

And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent

Chorus:

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)

Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)

Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack

Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose

my purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic,

plus I failed my civil service exam,

they said I cheated.

…not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader

more fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson

hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one)

I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)

So what do I do? Resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence

I'm none the richer, I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking

Chorus:

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)

Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)

Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine