I feel like it wouldn't make no difference if you were.
I feel like it wouldn't make no difference if you burned.
'Cause all I see are numbers of all these pregnant mothers,
They're pigs in my society.
And all I feel is static, you're so over-dramatic,
You've got me singing on my knees. Screaming:
Why oh why oh why oh why oh,
Why are you this way?
I feel like it wouldn't make no difference if you died.
And I feel like it wouldn't make no difference to subside.
'Cause all I see are colors of all these little numbers,
They're drifting right through my head.
And all I see are burners and educated learners,
Burning letters when I said.
Why oh why oh why oh why oh,
Why are you this way?
I feel like I'm way beyond my years.