Lyrics:

Born in the Southern land where a man is a man Don't remember too much, warm mama cold touch Post war baby boom, 50 kids in one room All white, future bright but living in a womb Got a TV receiver, Jerry Mathers as the Beaver, No blacksno queersno sexMouseketeers Daddy kept moving round, I can't settle down Always the lost new kid in town. Manlicher lock and loaded, JFK's head exploded Dark figure at the fence, end of my innocence Hormones hit me, chew up, spit me. Get stoned, get plastered, always was a moody bastard. Guitar fool, kicked out of high school Joined a bandVietnammama-sankilled a man. Daddy gets real sick, it's too intense, I can't kick it Buy myself a ticket to the USA. [Chorus:] Oh my God, it's my life. What am I doing kicking at the foundations? That's right, my life. Better start looking at my destination. Hollywood sex-rat, been theredone that Jaded, afraid I'd never get a turn at bat. Last in a long line, finally hit the bigtime Goldmine, feeding time, moneyfame I get mine. Use it, abuse it, Daddy dies I lose it Get a wife, get a son, beget another one My head said 'God's dead', motor-cycle-body-shred Big life crisis rears it's ugly head. [Chorus:] Oh my God, it's my life. What am I doing kicking at the foundations? That's right, my life. Better start looking at my destination. Well Prozac, Lithium, could never get enough of 'em Last wills shrinks billssleeping pillssex kills Edge of sanity, my infidelity Looking in the mirror and thinking how it used to be Don't like the skin I'm in, caught in a tail spin Honest-to-God vision, spiritual transmission -