I don't wanna go outside
Its way too cold

I don't wanna be your friend
you're getting old
I don't wanna go to the mall

cause I'd rather die
I'm havin fun in my room
I think I'll stay inside


I keep it dark
I watch the tube

I hang with Joe
I get some sleep
I burn a stove

I play with dust
I draw some blood
I claim religion

I open a window
I free a dove
I talk to God

I bless the dead
I play the drums
then I wreck my bed

Transcend with starman
and pop pills with Frankenstein


I don't wanna be your friend
nuh uh no way
I don't wanna hang around

I'd rather stay
I don't wanna hang with the geeks
I'm a real freak

I just wanna skip this town
So c'est la vie