Cant for the life of me think of what to do or say.

Cant for the life of me think of what to do.

From time to time I think I might be Jesse James.

Laws arent made for me and you.



And if you peel back my skin

Youll probably see a whole gang in there

Of people, mainly thieves and freaks

A liar and a scary man,

Who easily disembark whenever they please.

I think Ill stick to what I know and dig myself into this hole.

Its not so bad if you dont mind the heat.



Cant for the life of me think of what to do or say.

Cant for the life of me think of what to do.

From time to time I think I might be the Invisible Man.

Without a shadow or cool hairdo.



And if you peel back my skin youll probably see

No ones in there thats not been hassled by some fools

Who fear their numbers though theyre few.

I think Ill sit and let their notions brew.

I think Ill stick to what I know and dig myself into this hole.

Even superheroes once were losers.



When they leap they run around and subjugate all those who keep them down.

They put on funny masks and dance around in the dirt and broken glass.

Theyre getting stronger still despite the times

That theyre kept under heel.

Theyll never go away.