Hey, Will, why don't you cut the shit
And tell me who you're fighting for?
If you're not taking care of yourself
Then what are you here for?
I used to think there was an answer
In the music of my youth
But I just read Brian Wilson's biography
And now, I know the truth
'Cause his father never loved him (and the band just wanted the money)
And Dennis was an alcoholic (who drowned looking for treasure)
And everyone who was around him (just gave him drugs and took his money)
He was dependent on social acceptance (just like every other human)
And now, I've got no one to pray to
And now, I've got nowhere to stay the night
And it's hard to be here at all
I have no faith in life
To leave me satisfied
I'll have these doubts and worries
Until the day I die
And I will not go to Heaven
And I will not go to Hell
I have no faith in death
To be anything at all
(I feel sick)
(I don't feel well)
(What a disgusting feeling)
(I don't like this feeling)
(How disgusting)
(This feeling sucks)
Some of these things are symptoms
And some of these are being human
And now, I'm torn between (and now, I'm torn between)
Trying to be a better man (trying to be a better man)
And trying to accept the man I am
The people that I've talked to (and the books that I've read)
And the TV shows, and movies that I've seen
Are all I have to turn to (to learn how to live)
But when? (When?) When? (When?)
When? (When?) When will I ever learn?
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