Lyrics:

No needles, no rehab.
No minors, no murder rap.
Where's that leave a guy like me,
Windy City Square?
If all that sells is tragedy,
I haven't got a prayer.
Should I try to lose it all, kick it off the track?
Just to say I took the fall, but 'look who's comin' back!'

What's the story, where's the dirt?
Nobody's happy 'til somebody gets hurt.
I don't want to keep up with all that.
The garbage that you swallow gonna someday make you fat.
Yeah.

Normal childhood, beautiful wife.
'Scuse me having a wonderful life.
Why should I be hungry for someone else's pain?
Heroes should have something but talent for fame.
Double-barrel in the mouth nails it everytime.
But that's what legend's all about,
Ain't no bigger headline!

[Repeat Chorus]

Maybe I should frequent all the places I'm avoiding,
And maybe you should work on building rather than destroying.
If this is making friends, I'd rather be lonely!

[Guitar Interlude]

So where's that leave a guy like me,
Windy City Square?
I may never make page three, but ask me if I care!

[Repeat Chorus