Text: Pennywise. Land Of The Free?. Something Wrong With Me.

I'd like to encourage you to believe the tings I do,
fact is something's wrong inside of me
At times I find it hard to see what I really wanna be,
that's when something snaps inside of me
I was once just like you born without a fuckin' clue and now I live my life
to be free
Live your life, Jesus Christ, trouble in your paradise,
mom and dad, they're not too proud of me
They're not too proud of me, they're not too proud of me
I'm never gonna be, it's so plain to see you are not like me

Look at what you've done to me, a product of society,
confusion on your face is plain to see
I can't stand your attitude, think I'm lost, think I'm rude,
your opinion's invalid to me
You don't like my tatoos, how does this dishonor you,
don't you know what's inside of me?
Sick and tired of all the lies, when will you realize I'm proud just being me?

They're not too proud of me, they're not too proud of me

I'm never gonna be, it's so plain to see you are not like me

Yeah yeah, I can't believe, hopeless indecision's got a hold on me,
yeah yeah, it's plain to see I'm a product of society,
there's something wrong with me
There's something wrong with me
Never gonna be who you wanna be, you are not like me

They're not too proud of me, they're not too proud of me
I'm never gonna be, it's so plain to see you are not like me

Yeah yeah, I can't believe, hopeless indecision's got a hold on me,
yeah yeah, it's plain to see I'm a product of society,
there's something wrong with me
There's something wrong with me [x2]
Something's wrong with me