The best way to fight the passion of others is
To find yourself completely self-absorbed
And since you've done so I'd imagine you won't
Mind me leaving because I feel ignored
To put it frankly, Johnny, you're an asshole
And that's something that I just can't dig
Don't get me wrong, you shouldn't hate yourself either
But a middle ground is sure to do the trick
Mother asks why I become a klazomaniac
Whenever I'm behind this damn microphone
And the reason, you see is I worry if I sing soft and sweet
You might grow tired and I would find myself alone
Listen, Johnny, it's not your fault I'm the way I am
But I didn't ask for this either
Try all you will, try every pill, I know I have
And my conscience has up and walked away