Good enough to be a family man too. Good enough To make everybody feel just fine. Good enough to Be under the privilege. Good enough to please who Was only passing by. And then my head is a twist And shout, I'm puking red letters on a boiling pavement. But my head is a twist and shout. It feels like I'm puking bad words. But then you should know That my head isn't trying to truly understand that Fear is only an excuse And then my head, oh, my Head, isn't trying to cope and understand your Blackmail. Good enough to be a terrible enemy. Good enough to make everybody feel just worse. Good enough to be under the privilege. Good Enough to lose who was only passing by.