There's a tall, a mulatto, boy I know

And he comes to every party... he stands alone

Viewing them the rest, the corner of his glance

It gets so clear, he's not judging... anyone

The way his arms float around his cage, he's caged

Canary sings, silently brings, his voice to rage

The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads

It's enough to make him want to run away

But he stays he stands his ground



And I'm...

I'm so... damn lame

The way I condescend without ever knowing his name

He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear

Looks at everyone wihtout the slightest fear

It's making me... so ashamed



Slender body, slip through his glance

I don't give it a single chance

The way he's rocking back and forth

Makes a buzzing in my ear

Constantly reminding me that I never stop to hear

Him say hello, hello



And I'm...

I'm so... damn lame

Like a moth, bumping off... his godless flame

I cannot condescend or even apprehend, what comes over me

When I see his... shameless face



So rage, please rage, against me

Beat me down, beat me down

Forgive me for what I've done

I'm so lame, I'm so lame, I'm so lame

So lame, so... so... lame