Long Hair In Three Stages - 1991 testo lyric

TESTO

Yeah, I know: I’m a buzzkill balls-ache
You’re all Christmas trees, I’m a dead snag
and I just never seem to fit in
with the dolled up guys and their polished cars

I don’t want to be snobbish, don’t feel entitled
never relished the role of the weird guy
But everytime I find myself in some kind of crowd
I feel the urge to be, like, anywhere else

Yeah I’m so out of fashion
With my Hüsker Dü t-shirt and my ripped jeans
And you’ll see me sneak off
In a quiet corner yhere in the background
I’m fine in the background
Yeah I’m fine in the background

Oh no, I’m not lonely, I’m just... alone
I enjoy to listen myself thinking
And when sometimes somebody calls me in
I feel the urge to run, like, anywhere else

Yeah I’m a wet wet wet blanket
I’m all Sonic Youth, Tindersticks, you are Take That
It’s just, I don’t belong here
Yeah I don’t belong
I don't wanna belong