There aught to be a town somewhere named for how I feel.
Yeah I could be the mayor down there and say "welcome to Sorryville."
It wouldn't be on a map no where, you could say that it don't exist.
But if you make enough wrong turns it'd be hard to miss.
There aught to a bridge somewhere they could dedicate to me.
I'd probably come to the ceremony with a can of gasoline.
I'd walk on over to the other side and there I'd light a match.
Sit and stare through the smoke and flames and wonder how I'm gonna get back.
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Why do I do the things I do?
Was I born this way or am I self made fool?
I shoot the lights and I curse the dark.
I need your love but I break your heart.
I know the words that'll bring you back but
I don't say nothing as I watch you pack.
I had to work to become the jerk I've come to be
It ain't easy being me.
There aughta be a side show act for freaks like me.
I could be the star of the show with my name on the marquee.
In a room with a big red button that says "danger do not touch,"
Twice a day I'd mash it down and you can watch me self-destruct.
Oh, why do I do the things I do?
Was I born this way, am I self made fool?
I shoot the lights and I curse the dark.
I need your love but I break your heart.
And I know the words to get you back
But I don't say nothing as I watch you pack.
I had to work to become the jerk I've come to be.
It ain't easy being me.
It ain't easy being me.
