Besedila: Gray Matter. Food For Thought. Gray Matter.

Mom and dad are all right
They let me stay out at night
They understand and don?t complain
And never let me feel pain
Cause they no how my brain scatters
Whenever I see gray matter
I cant play the game today
Cause my head is full of gray
Gray matter
I think I?ll be depressed today
Cause its fun to be that way
Ill curse my body, curse my health
And feel sorry for myself
Then I?ll tell you all my fears
Then cry awhile and drink my tears
No conflicting games to play
Cause my head is full of gray
Gray matter
And if I cry I want attention
Realize its juts pretension
Only happy when I?m sad
Pretending my life is bad
I will tell you of these feelings
Though I?ve never known these things
No pain I my heart today
Cause my head is full of gray
Gray matter