They say it's all about perspective Well how's this? Twenty years on, depressive And my shirts don't fit I think I've started dwelling On the equivalent of the spelling When I get the meaning It's just a word I have trouble reading So if you're out there on the road By God I hope you packed a sweater You're gonna be really disappointed If you had hoped for better weather But kin like us we grow so tough Our skin gets thick as heavy leather Yeah we're doomed and blessed I guess You tend to feel a bit defective When you miss Most very mark expected Some would say I deserve this But I'm at peace at last now At least for the moment Until the next crowd Look on in horror as they ask how I Turn myself over like a rock So you can all see just what's under Every single creepy crawly Will have you itching as you wonder Are we solid like the rock Or more prone to break asunder? Yea I'm doomed and blessed, I guess