always the same, who's to blame when you feel the same, I break out, no fame no freedom no logic, guaranteed stupid, with a little bit of putrid, toxicity wreaking havoc, he's a maverick, always the same, but in the end, with no guarantee of magic, the earth needs you full of magic mushrooms, watch the plume as ashes to ashes, dust to dust, always in the end, I find a target on my back, find it relaxing, if not off putting, always the same, who's to blame when you feel the same, I think you need this, more than me, but I run, off into the sun, away from a hundred nuns, with scissors in their hands tell them to chill they feel thrill, run me over with a car till I pop a lock, with my designated glock, nuns look dumb, have you ever seen one I have and they're retarded, born outsmarted, by a God who got glasses and jerks it to Adam and eve in a garden, full of snakes, always the same never change, look you in the eye, tell you why, but in the end you know why, I spelt it out for you, it says gay, but hey we all feel okay, till you open your mouth and some one shouts, out loud look there goes another one, dont change, not until you need new clothes, always the same, who's to blame when you feel the same.