Cry Baby
The Unlikely Candidates
2:49My motivation stutters like a clutch My heart, it works, but only for pumping blood I watch the spider climbing up the wall Bet he's got a family or a girl that he can call People, they don't understand My friends, they don't understand I don't even understand me I don't got a master plan I'm just talking to the fan As its blades are circling round me All spun out in my room Ah-whoo, ooh-ooh, ah-whoo, ooh-ooh Got one hell of a view Ah-whoo, ooh-ooh, ah-whoo, ooh-ooh What a dream come true In my room (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) I've been up watching the same bad TV shows Wearing the same old pair of dirty clothes Think there's a stain down deep inside my soul Drown it all in bleach and try washing it on cold People, they don't understand My friends, they don't understand I don't even understand me I don't got a master plan I'm just snapping rubber bands As the birds are circling round me All spun out in my room Ah-whoo, ooh-ooh, ah-whoo, ooh-ooh Got one hell of a view Ah-whoo, ooh-ooh, ah-whoo, ooh-ooh What a dream come true In my room (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Nowhere else I'd rather be, it's true In my room So much left for me to see and do In my room All spun out in my room Ah-whoo, ooh-ooh, ah-whoo, ooh-ooh Got one hell of a view Ah-whoo, ooh-ooh, ah-whoo, ooh-ooh What a dream come true (oh) In my room (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh) ah-whoo, ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh), ah-whoo, ooh-ooh