I never got the rules
of this little game
I never had the tools
And everything was lame

I never understood
If I was supposed to care
I don't want to be crude
But I don't want to be bare

I never had the privilege
To see myself as one
I didn't have the spirit
to know who to become

I know I have to have them
If I admit it, will they run?
It isn't really greed when
Most your hope is gone