im fuckin tired of this fuckin jail

im fuckin tired of this fuckin jail
they love to fuckin derail
all my plans they love when i wail
they'd want me to drown and save myself with a pail
im fuckin tired of this shit
and i don't care not one bit
that these people are throwin their fit
when they realize i'm done and drivin away from this shit
and you know what they've gotta deal
because this time im for real
and ive got this girl
she's got the real feel
and that's what i need
the support i never had indeed
these people just love to make me bleed
they just want me sitting around and reading
but im fucking done
this place is no fun
the war needs to be won
i need to fuckin move out son
the apartments fuckin clean
but is that enough, i mean
will that place be the right scene
or will we just sit around and watch mister bean
i need somethin better
and i love that black sweater
the dead bird's spirit fetters
as i write this confessional letter
and you know what dude
i'm not a fucking prude
i'm fucking lewd
and i'll fucking prove it to you
i've got my own fucking mind
and even though i'm fucking kind
i'll fucking rewind
now is the time of a changing tide
the sun is rising
and i'm no longer compromising
and we're gonna be driving
boston seems so inviting
i'm done with this
so give me a kiss
let the fucking snakes hiss
they don't know what they'll miss.