The creators made a mistake
They’re unhappy with their purchase
20 years too late, lost out on a trade
Just a wasted egg in mum’s basket
My brain turned out all wrong
Guess I wasn’t quite ready
Give me a chemical fixer, a brain elixir
To kill of all self-hate, and the rest of me too
Ain’t not life of the party, in bed you will find me
Sleeping out the days, I kiss goodbye to the night