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Just another one of these blase days
characterized by my
cynical attitude
and over all malaise
wanna commit something
somethin', less permanent than suicide
so i, stick to the side streets
to avoid socializing
with people that won't get it
if i tell'em what i really think
hoping ta run inta someone who understands
emotions have a tendency to sink
now i need a friend
got that feelin' again
like i let my true aim bend.
tryin'a avoid another rendition
of poor little miss understood
nuthin' is as bad as it seems man
we're followin' our dreams man
city's full of people
wish they had our means man
we commune with the universe on a daily basis
writein' verse that takes us places.
the one thing, keeps us
just this side o' mental cases
now i need a friend
got that feelin' again
like i let my true aim bend.
tryin'a avoid another rendition
of poor little miss understood
so i'm rockin these beats an rickety rhymes
half the time i'm flyin'
the other 3rd tryin
what i gonna do is
turn these bad trips out
like this
back when i was merely a toddler
bangin on the pots and pans
than when i became a teenager
we started with the basement jams
daddy said i needed a job
mama said i need ta make plans
yes make plans to rock jump freak hop shake
our stuff and dance dance dance dance
rockin these beats an rickety rhymes
half the time i'm flyin'
the other 3rd tryin
what i gonna do is
turn these bad trips out
like this
here we are again in a theatre bar 'r dive
expounding about the pain in our lives
eking out a living to be subsidized
hiding what we'd rather see legalized
days of our lives swing from torture to rapture
moments we capture, we don't create
old students guide us to the garden gate
up to me to go through though, and it
really has gotten late
now i need a friend
got that feelin' again
like i've let my true aim bend.
tryin'a avoid another rendition
of poor little miss understood
Words by Rivka and Mike iLL
Music by Mad Happy
Copyright BMI