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FREAK |
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by Charles Carreon My ass is wrapped in plastic ... This nipple's plastic, too, And all the food they feed me is mushy, pasty goo. My parents don't seem to talk a lot, They sit and watch a glowing box; I'm stuck inside this plastic cage, The only one who acts his age. I don't know why it is so stupid here; There's dullness everywhere -- It seeps inside me day by day And though I scream won't go away. I haven't really learned to form these questions in my head, But like something out of focus, Coming nearer every day, I get this nasty feeling That things won't go my way.
Now years have passed and I have learned to speak and wipe my butt; So now it's time to go to school -- An ugly place -- so what? Mom works and works and now she's getting wrinkles in her face -- Dad seems so tired when he comes home -- He sits in just one place. And now it's growing louder All this racket in my skull -- Please get in line, don't touch those things, Please try to think; it's time to sing. I'm a schoolboy, and I'm really thinking 'bout Nancy's underwear; I'm a schoolboy, but they treat me like a convict everywhere.
Now nailed inside this TV coffin, I'd like to die; I'm seventeen. She turned me down one too often, And I've been smoking too much weed. The world outside my window's glum, I won't get a job because I'm too dumb The shoes aren't hip, My face has zits And my whole life is in the pits. I'm a teenage nervous breakdown, My karma is givin' me the shakedown; If I had two horns I couldn't be weirder; I hate that face in the mirror -- Don't know how I got hooked up with it Between me and him, we're a losing pair -- Even schoolchildren stop and stare And say "Freak, he's a weirdo;" They aren't afraid of me -- Please let me out oh god if you are there; Since I was a child I've looked for you everywhere -- The nuns were fronts for a hollow scam, And the Pope doesn't yell about Vietnam; The whole damn earth just holds me down And businessmen scare me with their frowns. I'm a freak -- a weirdo -- A loser at the starting gate -- Freak -- a weirdo -- Don't worry 'bout me, I'm always late, Don't worry 'bout me, I can't get a date; Don't worry 'bout me, Don't worry, Don't worry 'bout me.
(Winter, 1986 at ML&B office)
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