Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Papa collected 50's records But he was racist Mama cool with Frank Sinatra Raised two hip-hop kids Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless, Helpless Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless, Helpless, Helpless Our parents gave us television And we vanished in their car Teacher gave us bad religion, stomach aches, and scars Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na I've been standing in the shadows Years since you were born Comic books, and dirty looks, and prosests on the lawn I feel so much better Almost last forever I feel so much better now Well I've been stranded on the freeway And I've seen the Berlin wall I've been trying to make connection, but I still don't quite belong Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless Na, na, na, na Helpless, Helpless I feel so much better Almost last forever I feel so much better now I've seen all your drama Hope you like your carma Back to wander-a-ma now Na, na, na, na