Street Fight

Got in a street fight with the I.R.S

And I'm alright, took one to the chest

But I'm fine, it's all coming up roses

Call me the white guy with a real bad case

Of that pink eye, but it's just a reflection of roses

It's all coming up roses

Goddamn it if it all works out

And God forbid that it should all work out

Out, out, out

I'm tired of this, what you see is

What I have never tried to be

Just let me breathe, just take me anywhere but here

Take me anywhere but here

My fifteen minutes of fame undone

And I don't care, I was just having more fun than you

And I didn't ask for it anyways

Now I'm on TV, guess that's not cool

Now I'm a sellout but I'm not the only one

With name brand shoes on, you ****ing moron

Goddamn it if it all works out,

And God forbid that it should all work out

Out, out, out

I'm tired of this, what you see is

What I have never tried to be

Just let me breathe, just take me anywhere but here

It's all coming up roses

Give me all you got, just take your shot

You come off swinging like a girl

Buy me an ocean, to take me anywhere but here

Take me anywhere but here, I will not go back

So buy me the ocean

And paint it with pretty stars

And sell me to something

Take me anywhere but here

Take me anywhere but here

Take me anywhere but here

Take me anywhere but here

Take me anywhere but here

I'm tired of this, what you see is

What I have never tried to be

Just let me breathe, just take me anywhere but here

It's all coming up roses

Give me all you got, just take your shot

You come off swinging like a girl

Buy me an ocean, to take me anywhere

But here, take me anywhere but here

Now take me anywhere but here

Now take me anywhere but here

Now take me anywhere but here

I will not go back