I am the son

I am the heir

Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

I am the son and heir

Of nothing in particular



You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way?

I am Human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does...



I am the son

I am the heir

Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

I am the son and heir

Of nothing in particular



You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way?

I am Human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does



There's a club, if you'd like to go

You could meet someone who really loves you

So you go, and you stand on your own

And you leave on your own

And you go home, and you cry

And you want to die



When you say it's gonna happen