in the ghetto, it won't faze him So many blackmen die for drugs I think back on the way life was Before rock cocaine started runnin thangs And drive-by shootings was a normal
by girls Tryna get me to the next step I?m like slow it down we aint even met yet. Shes like how did you get me to go that Oh that normal I does this
escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin
people like you. Go to a doctor to be normal, you get this? Go to a doctor to be normal. We're seeing a psychiatrist today, so maybe he'll fix us up
leaving the band, me splitting up, or the band splitting up, and all that stuff, which has been quite a lot. Maybe that's normal when the band's not
like you as a friend I can't believe all this because the band was playing loud Another boring Friday night, another neighbor on the prowl And maybe next
Extinguish all clothing materials and pull my body close to yours Place my lips over your mouth, and kiss, kiss, normally In the event there is overexcitement Your seat cushion maybe
all or be a vagabond a product of babylon/ slave of technology shakin off thoughts of incest and sodomy inside of me i gotta be normal can't/ no chance
Maybe I'm jaded and bored Always looking for more Wait around for the next big fix I know I'm a wreck, I'm a mess But I couldn't care less Don't know
breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that
't like people like you. go to a doctor to be Normal, you get this? go to a doctor to be normal. we're seeing a psychiatrist today, So maybe he'll fix
Budden] Whatever happened to that? Joey! Yeah Seems like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!) I think it mighta been next week Mighta been next
even understand them gestures I undress her, throw her on the dresser (and) Normally the room like like Esther But if she act up, gotta check her R.L. +Next
from the slums (wait a minute!) Reportin' live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!) Reportin' live from a hood near you (it's... it's...) Or maybe
why I'm going insane My mind is on vacation, lack of conversation I'm like a radio, with static on every station Still I wanna know, will I be normal
's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is