Cyclops - All

Save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit

I’ll burn in hell and be through with it

I’ve got a life, it ain’t big but it’s a life

I’ve got clothes and heaven knows that I’ve still got my health

I look good if I do say so myself

I’ve got a soul, it ain’t yours but it’s a soul

Chalk up my lack of fire to self control

All the dicks with nightsticks

Poison boys with blue

All the dumb and uglies in your wrecking crue

They make me bleed nothin I can do

Wouldn’t be so sure if I were you

Weren’t you the guys with get-lost eyes

Found me again but this time you’re here too late

That made my highschool great?

I paid my dues when I wore corrective shoes

Toughest kid in gym class

When I earned the right to ignore you

Terror in the hall

Captain every fall

Necking with the prom queen

Can’t cut me now cause your knife’s too dull

It must piss you off to know it all