Cyclops

By All

On Allroy Saves

Released on August 1990

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[Verse 1]

Save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit

I'll burn in Hell and be through with it

I've got a life

It ain't big, but it's a life


[Verse 2]

I've got clothes, and Heaven knows that I've still got my health

I look good, if I do say so myself

I've got a soul

It ain't yours, but it's a soul

Chalk up my lack of fire to self-control


[Chorus 1]

All the dicks with nightsticks, poison boys in blue

All the dumb-and-uglys in your wrecking crew

They made me bleed, nothing I can do

Wouldn't be so sure if I were you

Which, incidentally, I'm not


[Guitar solo]


[Verse 3]

Weren't you the guys with get-lost eyes

That made my high school great?

You found me again, but this time you're here too late

I paid my dues

When I wore corrective shoes

When I earned the right to ignore you


[Chorus 2]

Tallest kid in gym class, terror in the hall

Necking with the prom queen, captain every fall

Can't cut me now 'cause your knife's got dull

It must piss you off to know it all