I suppose you want to know the truth
I don't really know if I should tell you
I can hear you all laughing about me
I can hear you all talking about me

I know I've done some things that may seem strange
I can't get my ideas from standing out in the rain
I suppose you want to know the truth
But I don't really know if I should tell you

I know sometimes my clothes are odd
But what do you expect from an aging mod
I used to think life was all worthwile
The strongest one have a certain sense of style

But you started something and can't you see
Ever since you the day you had your hooks on (hopes in) me
I know I don't see things and it may seem strange
Getting my ideas from the rain

And I suppose you think it's funny
'Cause every time you laugh, you laugh at me
Ha ha ha ha, bloody ha ha! Bitch!
And I suppose you think it's funny
Jesus, I hate you so much!