I’m out of step, I’m out of line
I’ve lost the words to make the rhyme
I’ve got an ailment , I’ve got a tic
I’m so contagious, I’ll make you sick
I’m like the hunchback of Notre Dame
I think we’re playing a different game
In a world gone wrong
You think I’m black, I think I’m white
You think I’m wrong, I know I’m right
You honk your horn… curse and swear
But you’re not getting… anywhere
You mouth the words, blow me a kiss
But I can hear, the serpent’s hiss
In a world gone wrong
You’re not like me I’m not like you
You’re telling lies as if they’re truths
You tell me that, you think I’m shallow
But you’re in love, with your shadow
You’ve got me wrong, I’m not like that
I’m just a humble aristocrat
In a world gone wrong
You shouldn’t treat me the way you do
You beat me till I’m black and blue
The things you buy, the stuff you eat,
I just don’t get it, you’ve got me beat
But you’ve got manners, I’ll give you that
Good manners for… an alley cat
In a world gone wrong
