My Descent Into Madness

No, I don't know how to start I'm the king of the roads, yeah La la la Springfield's looking pretty dusty today I see their dreams coming undone The view from inside ward nine affords this much A town teeming with the unloved Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight La la la Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost Have a not so nice day The jacket makes me straight so I can just sit back and bake You know I think I'm gonna stay Talking very loud but no one hears a word I say La la la La la la Come visit me tonight at eight o'clock And then you'll see how I am not the crazy one Voices tell me I'm the shit Twenty days go by and every day looks the same La la la La la la I'm the shit