wilco
normal american kids
Remind myself, myself long ago 'Fore drive, 'fore I could vote All the time holding a grudge 'Fore I knew people could die just because Shaft in a sling, head for the bus I knew what I liked was not very much High at the time, tied to the grid Always afraid of those normal American kids Oh, all of my spirit leaked like a cut I knew what I needed would never be enough I was too high to change my bid Always afraid to be a normal american kid Always hating normal normal american empty summer days Lightning crazed and cracked like an egg High behind the garden shed Painting myself as a normal American kid I always hated it High as high as high can loom Under the sheets in my bedroom I was high as high can get Always afraid of those normal American kids Oh, bongs and jams, and carpeted vans Hate everything I don't understand Hard times tightening the lid I had to get away from those normal American kids Always hated those normal American kids Always hated those normal American kids