do you know what it's like to be deformed
don't tell me stories true or false i know 'em all
and if you knew what i've been through
you'd hate me too, you'd hate me too
i'm not obnoxious enough to be estranged
some people, mostly bums have sympathy
but if they'd have to choose my pills
they'd choose the red ones, red is death
my life is oh so humble you don't know
i live inside a box and wash myself with snow
i've got all i really need
so let me be, so let me be