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Staring at unfamiliar ceilings and I should leave'Cause everybody here is tripping some new drug except for me (WHY?)'Cause I don't have the moneyI have been thinking about letting my hair growI have been thinking about cutting it shortI have been thinking about dying it yellowBut I don't think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to supportThat type of lookAnd I will tattoo my poems all over my bodyThey won't know who I was beforeI will cut off my fingers, no ID to find me When I am washed up on the New Jersey shoreTalk to myself too often trying hard to figure outWhy all these feelings that lie in my stomachAre always pushing for my mouthSo I will learn to sleep on my chestAnd I will learn to let things goAnd I will learn to come to terms with the things that I will never knowAnd I will tattoo my poems all over my bodyThey won't know who I was beforeI will cut off my fingers, no ID to find me SongtexteWhen I am washed up on the New Jersey shoreI'll take what I can get, I'll take what I am given, but we both know that I'll need more.I'll take what I can get, I'll take what I am given, but we both know that I'll need more. So much more.And I will tattoo my poems all over my bodyThey won't know who I was beforeI will cut off my fingers, no ID to find me When I am washed up on the New Jersey shore Aus Songtexte Mania