La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... Springfield's looking pretty dusty today -- I see their dreams coming undone. The view from inside ward nine affords this much, a town teeming with the unloved. Close the window and lock it so it's good and tight. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la... Turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost... have a not-so-nice day. The jacket makes me straight so I can just sit back and bake. You know I think I'm gonna stay... talking very loud but no one hears a word I say. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la... Come visit me tonight at eight o'clock and then you'll see how I am not the crazy one. Voices tell me I'm the shit. Twenty days go by and every day looks the same... La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... La-la-la-la-la... I'm the shit.