Why do I deny all that’s accepted true?   Why can’t I live my life like I’m expected to?   Get a college degree, buy colour TV?   Oh what’s exactly the mater with me?      I believe no one’s conclusions, I think for myself.   I take nothing for granted, my brain aint on the shelf.   I’ve got my views though I may sound confused.   Oh what’s exactly the matter with me?      Why can’t I settle down in one little place?   Find me a girl and get out of this race?   But, my boots start itching, my eyes start looking.   Oh what’s exactly the matter with me?      Why can’t I march when the cause is just?   Stamp out oppression, greed and lust?   Oh, inferiority, insecurity.   Yeah, that’s exactly the matter with me.      Why do I “yes” people that I despise?   Why can’t I say “I hate you” right to your eyes?   Oh, Inferiority in hostility.   Yeah, that’s exactly the matter with me.   That’s exactly the matter with me.