Are you going to say "hi" to me?   What a waste of sympathy   IÂ'm stuck in my stupid misery   A self-centered son of a bitch...      You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday   Now it shifts from grey to grey   IÂ'm an arm short, but thatÂ's ok   My head seems to be the problem      You canÂ't bring me down; IÂ'm already there   ThereÂ's nothing you can say; I no longer care   IÂ'm sorry, but you canÂ't harm me with that attitude   I was raised on broken food...      Is there anything I can do for you?   Ease your conscience for a minute or two?    You can try Â'til your face turns blue   With this self-centered son of a bitch      You canÂ't bring me down; IÂ'm already there   ThereÂ's nothing you can say; I no longer care   IÂ'm sorry, but you canÂ't harm me with that attitude   IÂ've been raised on broken food      Are you going to say "hi" to me?   You know IÂ'd really like that   What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see...   I would really, really like that