Well I am a one man rent strikenand your couch is my picket linenWell I'm eating acid for breakfastnand puking all over the sidewalk this timenBut mostly I'm just full of shitnin a world that's already filled up with thatnSo if Aaron makes it to space then I ain't coming backnWell I am an artist if that means that there's a cigarette in my mouthnWell I'm a punk rocker if that means that Insmell pretty bad right nownBut mostly I'm just kinda crazynin a world full of sadness and painnWe waited there in the yard but the train never came