Front to back, through and through I’m a hack.
Looking at this track, I no longer know what’s a fact.
In and out, everything makes me want to shout.
Skinned like a trout, I’m getting ready for the next bout.
Red, white and blue, always gave me such a fright.
Like a child in the night, I’m blind without any insight.
Lacking humility, I suffer the woes of absent tranquility.
Jump’in up and down, my tantrum is crowned with a frown.
This deep rent in my heart, what is the spark of this discontent?