The Cars

I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny
I go through insantity, all they want is money
all these parties they get so habitual
the same sea of faces
always pushin', always pullin'
always in the races
I get cooled out
I get the come ons
I get rumbled
I get cru-u-umbled, yeah
I'm the American misfit kid
I'm still wonderin' what I did
I'm stiletto, so so sharp and I'm willin' to cut
sometimes nebulous, well I'm ready to strut
lost and frantic, new age romantic
I'm checkin' out the race
I never cared about what it meant
always loved disgrace
I get rhythm
I get cornflakes
I get fast love
I get wasted, yeah
I'm the American misfit kid
still wonderin' what I did
I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride
(I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride)