I’m From Nowhere

Like sunshine. The ghetto bird chimes 4 a.m.
Welcome to the West. A mosquito to kiss your hands and feet.
Welcome to this dirty business.
I was surprised when you called me a lady,
cuz I'm still not so sure that that's what I want to be.
Cuz I remember the '80s. And I remember its puffy sleeves.
You see I'm lucky to be here and maybe you can take this over and I'll gladly wear the pants into the next century.
Past the scanners with ease.
Past armies of them who once played in a band and wasted it complaining like a trust fund kid paying you to play here while they hate you because of it.
And say I'm lucky to be here, but I've been driving for 21 days.
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
And what's that nasty sound you break drags the ground God if you only knew what my candied fists could do the curtains closing in from all directions just answer my question. Perhaps it's best if I continue starring me as you, me as you.
Starring me as you, me as you.
And there you are at the edge of the world
Dangling with my heart apounding.
Above the gulf of hamstrung promises
You sang like Auld Lang Syne.
You wanted it so badly that you believed them at the time.
Every fashion's flame.
Every jet plane lie.
Every second helping of that offramp fame we die a little.
You're right. I'm from nowhere.
You're right. I'm from nowhere.
You're right. I'm from nowhere.
You're right.