Genius is born, not paid
Time is spent not saved
I want to be natural
I'm a mathematical disaster
Sing your heart out! Make it rain
It's a sin to k** a mockingbird
Getting laid in the nineties
To pretend to be grown up
Like an explosion in chemistry
Like an F in contemporary history
I'm still the train wreck I was back then
But on different tracks
I was heading for nowhere and I got there
And I'm still here
I have this friend for years now
We both learned from the same book, the same words
I guess this is a story of mice and men