I Was a Teenage Hand Model

Cozied up to the toilet Face stuck to the floor I met expectations That I was tryin' to ignore Job had such patience I wonder, what's that like? One hundred thousand million That's what you like So I was thinkin' So these cities are sprouting Like a spit in the eye And this world isn't waiting It's just passing me by I just peak in the window Lookin' inside The butcher's got a fork in your face I'm standing alive And I was singin'