got a caveman banging on my back door.   got a hang man hanging on my front lawn.   got an old maid wasting away in the living room.   kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons.   got a paper full of yellow journalism.   a restaurant waiter selling me words of wisdom.   the small town crier is chilling with the village idiots.   the big city slickers are still busy building pyramids.   got a diploma but no wall to hang it.   tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous.   a job description that don't fit the bill.   a fatal femme fatale dressed to kill.   get me out of this...lie detector test.   my pupils inhale and exhale.   my breath is a microphone check. 1, 2, what is this?   in a world where the girl's got retro tatoos   and all i've got is a gut and velcro black shoes   and elbows that move in a way that make space   i'm looking at you. (stay awake, stay awake).   natural face affected by the chemical leaks.   grammatical mistakes in every sentence i speak.   it doesn't matter, i make enough sense to seem deep.   now look at me. (go to sleep, go to sleep).      got a flea circus, i'm trying to take it to the road.   got a nervous tick, they think i'm faking it though.   got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records.   some big wigs with fat bellies asking for seconds.   got a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax.   a lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache.   a prison system that listens to the parables of johnny cash.   a wannabe war hero who only travels in body bags.      i've got a poor man's version of a rich man.   i've got a small van swerving through a big land.   i've got a road map that's looking a lot like a math test.   a blocked phone number and a bunk home address.   i've got a way out but i ain't trying to use it,   'cause i've got some ins and i'mma bet all my winnings.   if it hurts me more than it hurts you, then i won't hurt you.   i've got more sense than virtue.   i've got a curfew. it's 12 o'clock.      after that, i'll start trembling if i get fed hiphop.   'cause i'm a g to the r-e-m-l-i-n.   if i wasn't then why would i say i am?   i said get me out of this...lie detector test.   my pupils inhale and exhale.   my breath is a microphone check. 1, 2, what is this?