Lyrics

Creep Quasimodo Yeah, I am an ivory target Sure, I'll play the part Born with the face of an old DeSota If misery loves more, then why am I crying alone? I'd make a bore if there was someone to practice it on I need somebody I'm on the outside looking in I need somebody I cannot face my face again Genetic drifter quarrantined in my own dimension "Hey look! It smokes! It drinks! It philosophizes! It's loving this new attention" We apologize, but the status quota's already met If you reapply, you'll need a written excuse from your vet I need somebody I'm on the outside looking through I need somebody I never wanted this tattoo She gave me water She gave me her books to carry Then the dream was gone I'm back in my sanctuary Nothing to confess, but I've got scars deeper than your minds Nothing to declare but my love for all of mankind