la la la la la la la la springfield s looking pretty dusty today i see their dreams coming undone the view from inside ward nine affords this much a town teeming with the unloved close the window and lock it so it s good and tight la la la la la la la la la la la la la turning eighteen and trying not to look too lost have a not so nice day the jacket makes me straight so i can just sit back and bake you know i think i m gonna stay talking very loud but no one hears a word i say la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la come visit me tonight at eight o clock and then you ll see how i am not the crazy one voices tell me i m the shit twenty days go by and every day looks the same la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la i m the shit