1.I wanna be locked up
It’s getting boring listening to records in my room
My brain is fucking snoring
forgive me if I fall asleep and drool
But I don’t wanna go and do the things that most folks do now
And I don’t wanna know most of the things we used to do and
I wanna be locked up in a special place
I wanna be locked up, have my brain erased
I wanna be locked up where I might escape from you
I ‘m feeling stupid reading all of your notes and feeling sad
I wanna kill that fucking Cupid
Tear off his wings and shove them up his ass
And I don’t wanna go and do the things that most folks do now
And I don’t wanna know most of the things we used to do and
I wanna be locked up, swallow the key and don’t throw up, I said that
I wanna be locked up where I can steal some ruber gloves
I wanna be locked up where I can pee into a cup
And eat bad food and drink to you (you’re all I think about)
This drink’s for you (you’re all I think about)
I don’t need you
Don’t wann go to work today (I’ve got scoliosis)
My back’s as crooked as a West Virgina interstate
Wish I could make it go away (I’ve got scoliosis)
My doctor told me I’d be crippled when I’m 28
And I’m a retard, yes, it’s true
Got scoliosis just for you
How ’bout some sympathy for a crooked boy like me?
Before I’m in a wheelchair I just wanna have a dance with you
No, I won’t carry all your books (I’ve got scoliosis)
My spine resembles a worm dangling on a fish hook
And I can’t run like Forest Gump (I’ve got scoliosis)
I wanna date with you before I grow a camel’s hump
I wanna have a dance
I’ve got scoliosis
I wanna be right by her side
I wanna drink the tears she cries
I wanna be her Ken, Mr. Right
I wanna be her dream come true
I wanna be her super glue
I wanna be her best friend, Winnie Pooh
Oh, I wanna be with her
I wanna be with her
I wanna be with her
Oh, I wanna be with her
I wanna be with her
I wanna be with her
I wanna be her Romeo
I wanna like her Oreos
I wanna take her to a punk rock show
I wanna give her a fat kiss
I wanna be the one she’ll miss
I wanna make her boyfriend really pissed
My skin is stinging from the hand-print across my cheek
It’s the last contact between you and me
I pushed you too far, it’s the last stray on your back
I wish I could erase these past heart attacks
But, oh, no
It’s to late
I never told you
That you’re beautiful
We could have made it
But now we’ll never know
My lungs exhale your perfume as you walk out the door
Your bare feet walk across the bottle shattered on the floor
I follow bloody footprints across this floor of wood
I’ll never clean the stains from this place where you last stood
We still could make it
Let me show you so
All I’m asking
Is for a chance to know
If I sing about politics
Then I’m a hit among the dirty kids
If I sing about falling in love
Suddenly I’m labeled “not punk enough”
This whole “punk rock” thing makes me sick
You don’t know what makes me tick
If I change myself for you
Or you or you or anybody else
Then I’m exactly like the things I stand against
Confused, feeble minds of fucked up kids
I’m never gonna be someone else for you
So, FUCK OFF, I’m never gonna be punk enough for you
If I sing about eating meat
The vegan kids wanna throw rocks at me
If I sing about drinking beer
The straight-edge kids try to fill me with fear
If I sang with a cockney accent
Then my band could make enough to pay the rent
If I sang about killing a cop
Everyone would think I had real big balls
Look at her, she’s beautiful
Look at me, I’m pitiful
I put her on a pedestal
I might as well just face the facts I’ll never get a girl like that
I’m ugly, I’ve got an ugly girlfriend
I’ve got an ugly face
We drive our ugly car all over this ugly place
We’ll have our ugly kids
In our ugly little house
Hang out with ugly friends in this ugly little town
My smile is upside down
Her face could sink a thousand ships
The flies get stuck on her fat lips
I know but she’s my girl, I must admit
When we fuck she wears a paper bag
I’m stuck with a wart-covered hag
Ugly boys get ugly girls
Last night I went to Gumby’s
Local club for local dummies
But I couldn’t watch the show
‘Cause she was watching me, oh oh
She looked real cool, she had punk hair
Dyed red in streaks just down to there
She had some pretty cool tattoos
I didn’t talk, I wanted to
I wanted to ask her name
But I just sat there feeling lame
I wanted to ask her out
But I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth
My brain was getting messed up
And my hair was really fucked up
I just couldn’t watch the show
She was still there, I stood alone
Every time I looked her way
She’d smile and I’d just turn away
I thought maybe it was the booze
That might attract her to a stooge
Then she walked right up to me
And then she talked to me
I wanted to ask her out
But I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth
I spend that night on her friend’s floor
I’d like to see that girl some more
I’m glad I went to that stupid show
Even though that band really blowed
But now Gumby’s is closed down
And that cool girl’s from out of town
She’ll never know it now
I really wish I’d stuck around
I wish that she could be around
I wish that we could hang around
I wanted to ask her out
But I never got the words out of my mouth
I throw away an old receipt
You don’t know what it means to me
It brings back all the memories
Of me and you and you and me and happy things
Oh, how I wish my telephone would ring
Oh, how I wish that you would leave my dreams
I want you but I know you don’t want me
The pain I bear inside my lair is crippling
My room’s a mess just like my brain
And I can’t seem to throw a thing away
Movie stubs and scribbled notes
Empty bottles, dirty clothes
Litter that’s just screaming out your name
A wad of paper on the floor
Picture frame reminds me you’re not here no more
My garbage piles and piles and starts to stink
And I’m in Hell as I inhale your memory
You left me but you just won’t leave me alone
Barbara, oh, Barbara, they’re coming to get you
Barbara, oh, Barbara, whoah-oh
Barbara, oh, Barbara, they’re coming to get you
Barbara, oh, Barbara,whoah
Johnny and Barbara went to see their momma
She’s rotting and buried in some cemetery
Barbara, stop praying ’cause praying’s for church
Barbara screamed when Johnny’s blood soaked in the dirt
Barbara, she made it to her brother’s car
She can’t find the keys so of course it won’t start
When the walking dead smashed through her window she knew
To let the car coast downhill’s all she can do
She smashed into a tree
And ran like hell to a nearby farmhouse
She really had to pee
But she ended up just boarding the doors to keep the dead out
Going around in circles
Hold my breath ’til I’m purple
Feeling alive would be a really nice change
I watch the same porno movies
Because my girl still won’t screw me
Here I go, gotta hope for a miracle
Here I go, gotta try to make myself sit still
Here I go, gotta hope for a miracle
Here I go, gotta deal with all these stupid bills
My life sucks, why can’t God let me be fired?
My life sucks, I’m so sick and tired
My life sucks, why don’t you just stay away?
Dreading the bill collectors
Fearing the disconnectors
Won’t answer the door and I won’t answer my phone
I’m scared to go to my mailbox
My front door has so many locks
Things were much easier when I lived at home
I think I’ll get myself a brand new identity
With help from a book I got from AK Press
Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about times with you
I sit alone and drool with nothing to do
I lock myself inside my room
Can’t find nothing else better to do
I guess I’ll have to get my mind off you somehow
And I won’t be found
‘Cause I won’t be around
I’ve been thinking a lot about times with you
I sit alone and drool with nothing to do
I lock myself inside my room
Choking on a bottle of dirt-cheap booze
I found the perfect way to get my mind off you somehow
And I won’t be found
‘Cause I won’t be around
I won’t be around
Being alone is better than being with you
Being alone is better than the shit you put me through
’cause being alone I’ll never have to be that putty
That you can shape any way
To make sure things are going your way
And I’d rather be miserable
Than spend another night with you and
I’d rather be wasting away
So down that I can’t chew my food up
I’d rather be on my own
And let the dust pile on the telephone
Being alone is sad but oh, so relieving
’cause being alone I’m finally cut loose from all your stings
And being alone I’m never gonna be a baby
That you can make cry all day
I’ll keep on going, I’ll be okay
You used to be my friend
You use to be my girl
You use to rule my world
But now you’re too cool for me
You used to be
Someone cool to me
You used to hold my hand
You used to hang around
My jaw was on the ground
But now you’re too cool for me
You used to wear my clothes
You used to wet my bed
You used to shave my head
But now you’re too cool for me
I’m feeling like my skin is too tight
Feeling like my head’s not on right
Feeling like my skull’s gonna pop and explode
Feeling like I’m number zero
Feeling like a forgotten hero
Feeling like a mirror broke, seven bad years
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah
I’m feeling like a broken record
Feeling like my brain’s defective
Feeling like my life’s just a waste of time
Feeling like my blood is muddy
Feeling like The Skipper’s buddy
Feeling like I’m dumb dumb diddy dumb do
And there’s nothing I can do
Except give it all to you
Because my brain is full
My brain is full