Slower Than Manasses

At the top of my lungs I've been screaming and scheming

My high screaming from midnight into morning and in sunlight

Reflecting too much makes my heart tired

I left a paper trail, the span of Jersey

Of course I've lived it to shreds to remain a mystery

So if you're thinking about getting close, closer to me

You just better back off, oh, back off

Hey hey, whoa woo, I feel lost

Maybe down in the gutter and I want out

But not for long

Cos the gutter, I figured out

Is the last place that I would be found

I remember this and that

I recall what is useless

I recollect and I recollect

But there's no need for specifics

I've been back to square one so many times

I hid it in every corner

But the circle prevails

And my history gets filled

Hey, na na na na, oh oh

Haven't dug a hole I couldn't lie myself out off

So why do I feel like I owe some sort of apology?

For all the songs outta wack, the whisper high rack

And the friends that I gotta go back

Hey hey, whoa woo, I feel lost

Maybe down in the gutter and I want out

But not for long

Cos the gutter, I figured out

Is the last place that I would be found