I was tired of being the only freak around
so I went to where the other freaks are
but we didn’t have anything to talk about
Some tried to dance but fell down and hurt themselves
some of us smoked opium and got nosebleeds.
I was tired of being the only young person around
so I went to where the other young people are
There was techno and keg stands and Rolling Rock
and some girl got gang-raped
while she puked out a window
and told me I’m too fat.

I was tired of being the only artist around
so I went to where the other artists are
We questioned each other’s integrity
then begged for work at
Hallmark and Dreamworks and Elektra
I offered to sleep my way to the top
but was respectfully declined.

I was tired of being the only outraged person around
so I went to where the other outraged people are
but the outrages were all different and some outrages
out raged other outrages and the out raged were outraged
Then somebody told me a “pickaninny” joke
the one about Velcro on the ceiling.

I was tired of the fakers and phonies
and hypocrites and liars and poseurs
and sell-outs
but everywhere I ran there was always one there
and I finally realized there was no point in trying
to run away from me any longer.