I can hardly read
I never learned to add
I don't know history
I still use the word rad
I don't own many books
No posters on the wall
It's lovely going home
If you've got a home at all

Just got a new phone
I programmed the speed dial
But when I got to nine
I had to think for a while
Your number's always there
But you've got no number to call
Cause while you're off to war
You've got no home at all

You've left your junkie dad
And your anorexic mom
Your sister's on the coast
To everybody so long
You just can't keep your job
California won't work out
No one else would ever help
So what's the fighting about

You can't do much math
You made a motherfucker bleed
They never made you go to church
A little structure's what you need
If you fought off your dad
And you shut up your mom
You never learned when to stop
Bad luck has followed you too long

There's no way to tell
If you'll stay alive
Because I hate your friends
I'm an unsympathetic guy
But maybe you were right
And maybe I was right
Maybe you were right
You were probably right

I can hardly read
I never learned to add
I don't know history
They told me to study math

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