Lyric I Was A Teenage Hand Model

Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations
That I was trying to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, "What s that like?"
A hundred thousand million
(But I hear) thats what you like
So I was thinkin ....

So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isn t waiting
It s just passing me by
I just peak in the window
Lookin inside
The butchers got a fork in your face
But I m standing alive
And I was singin ...