people are strange
and she's just another stranger passin' by.
had to get the hell out of my room
before i died
from lying in an idle position too damn long
feeling my soul hurting like no other
deteriorating and withering away, whaddya say
stranger? you can be my lover for a few days
and then we can get the fuck outta each other's lives.
how does that sound? just fine.
that's just fine.
i soothe the innercore by blowin my trumpet horn.
i satisfy the outercore by blowin dough at the cd store.
i satisfy the crust by buyin a brand new tee
i've got the stranger blues, but it fits me perfectly.
i'd rather not know you.
after all, you're just another stranger to me.