Poor Boy

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