La la la la la la 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 la la la la la la   la la 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 la la   la la la la la      La la la la la la la la   la la la la la      Come visit me 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   Same same same same      La la la la la la la la   la la la la la       La la la la la la la la   la la la la la       I'm the shit