What in the hell is wrong with people?
The deranged should be caged, what is wrong with people?
It must be them, can’t you see that it couldn’t be me?
Where their road ends, that’s where mine begins

There’s a giant hole in my heart
But all I have to do is fill it up with alcohol
It closes all the holes, it hides all my boredom
And subdues my restlessness, it enhances my personality

But makes me order three orders of buffalo wings
When I would normally have just one
It forces me to bob my head to songs that I really, really hate
And it makes me want to strike someone at the bar
Who orders two waters with lemon

And once again I find myself bobbing my head to a mediocre song
When I notice two marginally attractive girls
Parking it next to me at the bar
Sipping spring water with a twist of lemon

What in the hell is wrong with people?
The deranged should be caged, what is wrong with people?
It must be them, can’t you see that it couldn’t be me?
Where their road ends, that’s where mine begins

And I’m ready to puke
When a small child sits next to me at the bar
But that’s okay
Because to me other people’s kids are fine

So it’s no surprise that it’s parents are ordering water
With lemon and a root beer for the child
Do you ever find yourself striving for perfection
With a virtually worthless attempt at it?
And is that why I find myself eavesdropping constantly?

Sports bars are the best places to meet people you hate
Not that I’ve actually met anyone
It’s just a matter of listening to their conversations
And ***uming that you hate them
When ofcourse that probably isn’t true
Because I can get along with anyone if I absolutely have to

What in the hell is wrong with people?
The deranged should be caged, what is wrong with people?
It must be them, can’t you see that it couldn’t be me
Where their road ends, that’s where mine begins

Oh, here we go a couple a few tables down, just ordered lunch
The guy wearing a basketball tank top is having a veggie burger
With fruit instead of fries and his husky date is just having a salad
It must be their first date

And what goes better with rabbit food than ice water
With a slice of lemon
Sometimes I think if I could be anyone in the whole world
I would be a magician

No, then I would hate myself more than I already do
But at least then I could make all of these people in the bar
Be more like me or even make them befriend me

But then again I could become one of them
And only then would I understand the befits
Of putting a slice of lemon in ordinary drinking water

What in the hell is wrong with people?
The deranged should be caged, what is wrong with people?
It must be them, can’t you see that it couldn’t be me
Where their road ends, that’s where mine begins