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He was born in a depressed nationStarted tough and worked his way right off the streetThumbed his nose at a graduationWheeled and dealed, his education was complete He’s got all his hair, but his life is a wreckAlways been a brat, he don’t get no respectHe’s got the time, he’s got the moneyYou better get

I’m the kid on the blockWith my head made of rockAnd I ain’t got nobodyI’m the state of the artGot a brain a la carteI make the babies cry I ain’t one of the crowdI ain’t one of the guysThey just avoid meThey run and they hideAre my colors too brightAre my eyes set too

You got your sugarYou got your spiceYou got a kittenNow isn’t that niceYou just can’t wait for a picnic in SpringI just get nauseousWhen I think of those things You wait and wait and you wait for a lifetimeFor a little piece of cake in the night time yeahYou wait and wait you can’t wait

You’re with your babyAnd you’re parked aloneOn a summer nightYou’re deep in loveBut you’re deeper in the woodsYou think you’re doin’ alright Did you hear that voiceDid you see that faceOr was it just a dreamThis can’t be realThat only happens, babeOn the movie screen Oh, but he’s backHe’s the man behind the maskAnd he’s

Your dress is hangin’ on a hook on the doorMy jeans are lying in a pile on the floor, yeahFlat on my back, tryin’ to catch my breathWhen we were rockin’ tonightI thought that we were gonna rock to death But what’s that in your eyes?I’m no longer paralyzedHere we go again Crawlin’, you come