And you´re like a 90´s jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you
And you sample concepts like hors d´euvres
And you eat their questions for dessert
Is it just me or is it hot in here?

And you´re like a 90´s kennedy
And you´re really a million years old
You can´t fool me
They´ll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And they´ll stumble around like hypocrites
Is it just me or is it dark in here?

Well you may never be or have a husband
You may never have or hold a child
You will learn to loose everything
We are temporary arrangements

And you´re like a 90´s noah
And they laughed at you as you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you´re frustrated
And they wonder why you´re so angry
And is it just me or are you fed up?


And may god bless you in your travels in your conquests and queries