Poor White Straight Guy Songtext

2, 10, 11, eyes, fingers, toes. All we know is all we know. Shared mortal coil, ebb and the flow. Hapless, guiltless, and i'd trade it all for a chance to see through their eyes, their windows. But outside mine are clouded visions, 9 months imprisoned, shackled to this fucked DNA. And i'm powerless to prevent this from being any other way. So far...So what. It's not enough and no one gives a fuck.