Cracked in half under the overpass Caught my breath Blankets strewn behind a shopping cart Saw my bed My pleasure comes first, it's always been that way But first thing tomorrow I plan to change Tried to flush my sense of self away But here I am I would kill just to be like you Nobody touches you, nothing gets through Conscience never seems to bother you Life goes on Well if you want your money's worth then open up your mouth But if you want to keep that face then don't come back There's not enough glue to keep the pins in place There isn't any point in suffering for something you hate I got a dose of the bottom and looked away I got a taste of the real thing and grabbed it with both hands But I'd kill just to be like you Nobody touches you, nothing gets through Living never seems to bother you You're not like us