I Was Poor White Trash, No Glitter,

I Was A Smart Kid, But I Hated School.

I'd Go To, Like, Six Different Schools In One Year. We Were On Welfare, And My Mom Never Ever Worked.

Inside It Drives Me Crazy, My Insecurities Could Eat Me Alive.

Step By Step, Heart To Heart, Left Right Left. We All Fall Down Like Toy Soldiers. Bit By Bit, Torn Apart, We Never Win.

My Pen And Paper Causes A Chain Reaction, To Get Your Brain Relaxing.