What it's like to be surreal
 Sticky, stingy, stiff and pale
 Wonder how I got so quail

 They might save a lie
 Or a fiendish why
 In a time where the things we do scare me
 I preferred to be
 Stupid and na?ve
 In a time I remember just barely
 Before I was smart

 On a train to my old town
 Putting on a scornful frown
 In this town I used to sing
 Sing about most anything

 They might save a lie
 Or a fiendish why
 In a time wher e the things we do scare me
 I preferred to be
 Stupid and na?ve
 In a time I remember just barely
 Before I was smart