Poor Boy Lyrics

I am

Poor boy

I make all sorts of noise

And my lover thinks it's cool 'cause

She was

born in a different frame of mind

Than I

Breathe now, breathe in

City air just doesn't fill my lungs enough

Don't speak you Heathen

The truth is in this box and don't look anywhere else

You're ruining lives

You're ruining lives

I am poor boy

Stuck on this big island called America

The roads stop at coastlines

Where the only thing the eye can see is what could be

Poor boy oh poor boy

The grass is always greener on the other side

But heathen oh heathen

You say that it's all dead and that it's always been

Why

I'm not scared of dying

You know where to find me

You don't realize that you're ruining lives

Ruining lives

Oh your faith it is toxic

So far from the truth it is nonsense

Do you realize that you're ruining lives

You're ruining lives?

You're ruining lives

I'm not your poor boy

I am your heathen

So search for your meaning

I do not need it