You don't have to be like anybody else (No) So what's the problem why can't you be like yourself (Oh) Your individual, you might as well let it show Oh
There's do'ers and don'ters and I wills and won'tersD and them, that don't even try Givers and takers, movers and shakers And them that are just passing
Sooner or later you will find a way To feel like sunshine even on a cloudy day To feel like morning in the dead of night Sooner or later it's gonna be
And as I bail through the woods of the southside Terror zone nine milli chrome kill alone cause I trust no snitch When I peel a dome and bail Gone like
She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't
The sooner you give The sooner you get to have A love of your own The longer it takes The better you come to know A love of your own, oh Now don't you
Yeah, ya know Nah, nah, nah, outta road You have to defend your own, well Now ease off, squeeze off, pop it off Now ease off, you have to defend your
Oh, I'll be seeing you tomorrow Oh, I'll be seeing you again God knows we said so little I'd go so far as to call you a friend But there's something
[Music/Lyrics - Lodmalm] Who was I or was I really there You didn't seem to know you didn't seem to Grew tired of being the nameless one So I did what
We were born during the boom times, played house down in the bomb shelter Suffered through the wonder years, and silence at the dinner hour But once
Tough, you think you've got the stuff You're telling me and anyone You're hard enough You don't have to put up a fight You don't have to always be right
He invites the storm He lives by instinct With fears that are not fears But prickles of ecstasy This code is cracked I don't expect whatever I spat out
Listen - There is no use in trying to explain Listen - Is it your fault she made those cuts again? To let out blood she thought it made her bad Or maybe
A minute, a second A half-life, a minus A segment, a blinder Elective detention It's secession time Paid for by cutting backwards It's election time
Taking division down to where I shouldn't be Turn pockets run aground in the green New way to see what's laid plain in front of me Nothing better than
You're about to feel a rush of blood run down your spine You're about to taste a dose of your own medicine I'm bending over backwards and I'm cutting
Don?t hit me too hard Oh, yeah Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, to me, to me All alone you get off on your own, girl All alone you get off
Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears? Who knows or cares what an imitation is? (Only you do) You can paint his nails Make him wear high heels Why