We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen
I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted
I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you
Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple
I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt
Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul
Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man
There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean
Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on