Cyclops

[Verse 1]
Save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit
I'll burn in Hell and be through with it
I've got a life
It ain't big, but it's a life

[Verse 2]
I've got clothes, and Heaven knows that I've still got my health
I look good, if I do say so myself
I've got a soul
It ain't yours, but it's a soul
Chalk up my lack of fire to self-control

[Chorus 1]
All the dicks with nightsticks, poison boys in blue
All the dumb-and-uglys in your wrecking crew
They made me bleed, nothing I can do
Wouldn't be so sure if I were you
Which, incidentally, I'm not

[Guitar solo]

[Verse 3]
Weren't you the guys with get-lost eyes
That made my high school great?
You found me again, but this time you're here too late
I paid my dues
When I wore corrective shoes
When I earned the right to ignore you

[Chorus 2]
Tallest kid in gym class, terror in the hall
Necking with the prom queen, captain every fall
Can't cut me now 'cause your knife's got dull
It must piss you off to know it all