My poverty precedes me.
My honesty deceives me.
I think I need my things to get along.

I think I need my little things to get along.

My possessions define.

At times, they try to defy me.
They think they're right. I think they're wrong.
They think they're right. I think they're wrong.


(Chorus)
I'm overwhelmed I'm so confused.

I cannot tell who's using who.
Somewhere out there, someone knows why.


I may be wrong, but I think I'm right.

Sometimes my shirt is torn,

Whether or not it should be worn.
My trousers carry the stubborn gene.
How can pants be so darned mean?


I left my shoes out on the lawn.
And now my socks show their alarm.

When will I go out and bring their brethren home?
If I go barefoot, can they manage on their own?


these lyrics are submitted by Arlo Lizzard