Into This World, I Came
Filled With Fear, Crying All The Time
I Guess My Birth Left A Great ScarOn My Heart And Mind

Now I Hand-pick Cotton
And Struggle To Sing
"I Am Happy And I Do What I Like"
But My Voice Breaks
And I Start To Hate
My Singing And Simply Everyone

Mama Told Me
Be Good, Work Hard And Love Mr. God
Every Sunday
I Lie, Trying To Realize Why

Ain′t Nothing More To Say
Your Honor
Don't Look At Me Like That
The Truth Is
I Am A Free Man
But I Can′t Enjoy My Life

I Came To A Standstill
With Lies And Hopes Inside My Head
Always Seemed Too Late To Turn
And Too Soon To Understand

No, I Don't Have A Stomach Ache
It's Just My Face

I Got Stuck, I Ran Aground
I Got Used To Spewing Bile
I Wonder Whether All Those Years
Hadn′t Been A Waste Of Time

So How Am I Doing?
Oh, I Can Complain
Smoke Too Many Cigarettes
But I Don′t Care

Into This World, I Came
Filled With Fear, Crying All The Time