how could i ever manage to manage to go back
and manage to get the big boys to cut me some slack?
what could i do, what would it ever take
to convince them that it’s in their interest
to give me a break?
it's not a matter of regaining face
nor begging retroactive grace
you’re a retard
go somewhere else
and if you ever get it together
don’t come back
there i went, whether i were ready or not
rarin’ to go show the big boys what i got
imitating those who were really doin’ it
but o’ course i had to go ‘n’ ruin it
i tried on every available attitude
eventually left standing with my inadequacy nude
you're a retard . . .
who the hell was it who should’ve taught me what was what
and make sure i’d know everything a big boy ought?
at this point, i can only sit back and reflect
on the everlasting mistakes i never could correct
the only way that i had ever learned
was by being ridiculed, humiliated and spurned
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