Lyric Paper Scratcher

Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn
For every living day I give myself a hand
Now I m scroungy as can be
I got all you normals looking at me
I ll scratch a hole in my life
So everyone can see

My mind is a mind that I have come to know
And my eyes can t conceive a world that can not grow
And Fridays are always fresh days

Screamin at the sun, don t really
Know what he has done
He don t believe in God and a world as one
So he rambles through the weeds
And he will sleep beneath the trees

On the day I die, Thank God my Soul will be released

I ve seen all your eyes
And I ve seen all your faces
Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free?
Then look in my eyes
I ve been lots of places
Can you tell me honestly that you d want to be me
Honestly