They point and whisper, “What on earth is wrong with him?” Nothing, baby — I’m just livin’ on the rim. I walk into society like I’m a problem they forgot to solve. A shopping cart with one broken wheel People stare because I’m wearing sunglasses indoors and a jacket that smells like last night’s decisions. No gym memberships, just chaotic energy, Bench-pressing expectations with my personality They want us to shave, behave, stop eating burgers for breakfast. They want us to dress like we’re applying for a job we don’t even want. Yeah, we’re the messed-up, pepped-up, never-cleaning up, sup? Stop telling me to clean up my act. I LIKE my act dirty. It builds character. And possibly a minor health risk. We’re the wrong-side-of-town charmers If there’s a place we don’t belong — that’s exactly where we’ll shout our song. You want me normal? Like… nine-to-five, gluten-free, parking straight, smiling politely? Nah man I disorganize my cutlery, slightly. Sip my morning coffee from a stolen hotel mug, Me and all my misfits giving strangers awkward hugs. They want us to shave, behave, stop eating cigarettes for breakfast. They want us to dress like we’re applying for a job we don’t even want. Yeah, we’re the messed-up, pepped-up, never-cleaning up, sup? If there’s a line, we'll never join it... But maybe sniff it. They want us to shave, behave, stop eating cigarettes for breakfast. Want us to dress like we’re applying for a job we don’t even want. Yeah, we’re the messed-up, pepped-up, never-cleaning up, was' up? Shave, behave
