Blind Melon

Doesnt anybody feel
That all these killers should be killed
All these healers should be healed
So all these beggers can be filled
Now tell me why am I to lie
If Im holding firm and feel
the right
To lie down beside this dog of mine
And let that perverted thought really
run through my mind
Id scrape my toes across the floor
This days the same as those before
And though inside Im feeling giddy
Always wrong for never giving myself
An uninvaded door
So now Ill take a little glue