Sometimes the air that I breathe is too thick for me
And I get spooks and cold chills from the things that I see…
I'm no ordinary Joe nor a regular kind of guy
‘Cause in the pit where I crawled from I was used to another kind of life…
And you may kick me, maul me, spit on me, bleed me
But I'm still the same old creep that I used to be!
Sometimes the scars that I bare are too heavy for me
And I get nightmares and phobia from the dark that surrounds me…
I've been a friend and foe, all can hear my cry
‘Cause no matter what you say I won't adjust I'd rather die!
I refuse to let it go, to be stripped from this part of me!
I won't bend in reverence ‘cause this isn't a life for me!
So you may kick me, maul me, spit on me, bleed me
But I'm still the same old creep that I used to be!