standing concrete form and concrete smile    small children poking me in the eyes       i'm having too much fun in bed with myself    (wooh) it hit me that...       how many good people are    deceiving me right now?    i think about it too much       america's number one statistical faux pas    (wooh, wooh)       by my volition    by my volition    by my volition    (wooh) it hit me that...       how many good people are    deceiving me right now?    i think about it like    backwards voices and bad t.v. programming    i'm drawn to life like the klan are to minority    it's something i don't want to see    chromatically declining me       standing concrete form and concrete smile    small children poking me in the eyes       it's so hard to wake up    when your mind and body aches    and your dick's in your hand    you begin to count with you fingers about       how many good people are    deceiving me right now?    i think about it like    backwards voices and bad t.v. programming    i'm drawn to life like the klan are to minority    it's something i don't want to see    chromatically declining me