Born in the Southern land where a man is a man

Don't remember too much, warm mama cold touch

Post war baby boom, 50 kids in one room

All white, future bright but living in a womb

Got a TV receiver, Jerry Mathers as the Beaver,

No blacksno queersno sexMouseketeers

Daddy kept moving round, I can't settle down

Always the lost new kid in town.



Manlicher lock and loaded,

JFK's head exploded

Dark figure at the fence,

end of my innocence

Hormones hit me, chew up, spit me.

Get stoned, get plastered, always was a moody bastard.

Guitar fool, kicked out of high school

Joined a bandVietnammama-sankilled a man.

Daddy gets real sick, it's too intense,

I can't kick it Buy myself a ticket to the USA.



[Chorus:]

Oh my God, it's my life. What am I doing kicking at the foundations?

That's right, my life. Better start looking at my destination.



Hollywood sex-rat, been theredone that

Jaded, afraid I'd never get a turn at bat.

Last in a long line, finally hit the bigtime

Goldmine, feeding time, moneyfame I get mine.

Use it, abuse it, Daddy dies I lose it

Get a wife, get a son, beget another one

My head said "God's dead", motor-cycle-body-shred

Big life crisis rears it's ugly head.



[Chorus:]

Oh my God, it's my life. What am I doing kicking at the foundations?

That's right, my life. Better start looking at my destination.



Well Prozac, Lithium, could never get enough of 'em

Last wills shrinks billssleeping pillssex kills

Edge of sanity, my infidelity

Looking in the mirror and thinking how it used to be

Don't like the skin I'm in, caught in a tail spin

Honest-to-God vision, spiritual transmission -