when you're back in your old neighborhood
the cigarettes taste so good
but you're so misunderstood
so misunderstood
there's something there that you can't find
you're honest when you're telling a lie
you hurt her but you don't know why
you love her but you don't know why
short on long-term goals
there's a party there that we oughta go to
if you still love rock and roll
you still love rock and roll
it's only a quarter to three
reflecting off of your CD
you're looking at a picture of me
staring at a picture of me
take the guitar player for a ride
he aint never been satisfied
he thinks he owes some kind of debt
be years before he gets over it
there's a fortune inside your head
all you touch turns to lead
you think you might just crawl back in bed
the fortune inside your head
you know you're just a mama's boy
positively unemployed
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
I know you got a God-shaped hole
bleeding out your heart full of soul
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
so misunderstood
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all
I'd like to thank you all for nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing at all