There’s a black cloud overhead, that’s me And the poison ivy chokes the tree, again, it’s me I’m the filthy one on Bourbon Street you walk on by I’m the little boy that pushes hard and makes it cry
There’s a dirty needle in your child, haha, stick me Empty bottles still in hand, still dead, still me I’m the suit and tie that bleeds the street and still wants more I’m the forty-five that’s in your mouth, I’m a dirty, dirty whore
Look, it’s me! The one who can’t be free Much too young to focus But too old to see
Hey, look, it’s me, what no one wants to see See what you brought this world? Just what you want to see Hey, Ma! Hey, Ma, look, it’s me!
Yeah, and he wants to be called father now, me again, me The marks inside your arms spell me, spell only me I’m the nothing-face that plants the bomb and strolls away I’m the one who doesn’t look quite right as children play
Look, it’s me! The one who can’t be free Much too young to focus But too old to see
Hey, look, it’s me, what no one wants to see See what you brought this world? Just what you want to see Hey, Ma! Hey, Ma, look, it’s me!
