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

There's no use saying that my cities burning
In the place where I live only leaves are burning
No use talking about the man in the street
In the place where I live we don?t feel his heat
There's no use saying that my people are crying
Cause I'd be posing, I?d be lying
No use talking about no revolution
In the place where I live we don?t know smog and pollution
But there's something that I know all about
Cause I?m feeling rejected I?m feeling left out
I kinda hate your guts but I wanna have friends
I wanna feel good even if you pretend
I?m sitting by myself its Saturday night
I could get stoned but I don?t feel right
There's nothing wrong with me it must be all of you
Cause I'm feeling rejected no matter what I do