Wiped out in the city slick   Another sick rock-and-roller acting like a dick   Bleeding cash burning through the trash   That piles up in this place   And fills up behind my empty face   Full of things that I'm not to do      You come over with all of your friends and all their opinions   I don't want to know   And I'm looking over my shoulder   Booking a way with nowhere to go      I'm running down to the corner lot   It's forty-five past two I almost forgot to show   I got a date to make with Nr. So-and-So   After which I won't care when you all start to bitch   And moan about being alone      You come over with all of your friends and all their opinions   I don't want to know   And I'm looking over my shoulder   Booking a way with nowhere to go      Well can't you just leave me alone?   You've already thrown all the sticks and stones   You had to send my way   Well can't you just leave it at that?   And spare us both the bother   'Cause I just bounce back anyway   I got nothing that I want to do   More than make another sonic fuck you   To play whenever you make my life cliché   So to fit in some little box with all the label shit   You say to keep confusion away      You come over with all of your friends and all their opinions   I don't want to know   And I'm looking over my shoulder   Booking a way with nowhere to go      You come over with all of your friends and all their opinions   I don't want to know   And I'm looking over my shoulder   Booking a way