Portugal. The Man
Creep In A T-Shirt (Live from Bonnaroo 2013 (Explicit))
I’m sorry Mr. Policeman
If I wanted to talk, I would’ve called a friend
Don’t worry when I get back home
I’ll just stay in bed, I’m better off alone

I woke up to my glory days
Never was a child, I was born this way
Always there but always out of place
Feel so alien

I don’t know what I know, but I know where it’s at
Just because I lost it doesn’t mean I want it back
I don’t know what I know, but I know where it’s at
Just because I lost it doesn’t mean I want it back

You don’t get it (get it, get it, get it)
Is it the world I’m living in? (uh-oh, uh-oh)
You don’t get it (get it, get it, get it)
I’m just a creep in a T-shirt, jeans I don’t fucking care
(Get it, get it, get it)
I’m just a creep in a T-shirt, jeans I don’t fucking care

Sorry, but I don’t recall the crime
My memory has left me behind
May have been a man, maybe a friend
Or maybe aliens
I don’t know what I know, but I know where it’s at
Just because I lost it doesn’t mean I want it back
I don’t know what I know, but I know where it’s at
Just because I lost it doesn’t mean I want it back

You don’t get it (get it, get it, get it)
Is it the world I’m living in? (uh-oh, uh-oh)
You don’t get it (get it, get it, get it)
I’m just a creep in a T-shirt, jeans I don’t fucking care
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
I’m just a creep in a T-shirt, jeans I don’t fucking care

It’s not because the light here is brighter
And it’s not that I’m evil, I just don’t like to pretend
That I could ever be your friend

Is it the world I’m living in? (uh-oh, uh-oh)
I’m just a creep in a T-shirt, jeans I don’t fucking care
You don’t get it (get it, get it, get it)
I’m just a loser in a T-shirt, jeans I don’t fucking care
You don’t get it (get it, get it, get it)
I’m just a creep in a T-shirt, jeans I don’t fucking care