Lyrics:

Born in the Southern land where a man is a manDon't remember too much, warm mama cold touchPost war baby boom, 50 kid
s in one roomAll white, future bright but living in a wombGot a TV receiver, Jerry Mathers as the Beaver,No blacksno queersn
o sexMouseketeersDaddy kept moving round, I can't settle downAlways the lost new kid in town.Manlicher lock and loaded,JFK
's head explodedDark figure at the fence,end of my innocenceHormones hit me, chew up, spit me.Get stoned, get plastered, al
ways was a moody bastard.Guitar fool, kicked out of high schoolJoined 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 thatJad
ed, afraid I'd never get a turn at bat.Last in a long line, finally hit the bigtimeGoldmine, feeding time, moneyfame I get mi
ne.Use it, abuse it, Daddy dies I lose itGet a wife, get a son, beget another oneMy head said 'God's dead', motor-cycle-body
-shredBig life crisis rears it's ugly head.[Chorus:]Oh my God, it's my life. What am I doing kicking at the foundations?Th
at's right, my life. Better start looking at my destination.Well Prozac, Lithium, could never get enough of 'emLast wills sh
rinks billssleeping pillssex killsEdge of sanity, my infidelityLooking in the mirror and thinking how it used to beDon't lik
e the skin I'm in, caught in a tail spinHonest-to-God vision, spiritual transmission -