Well, I'm staring at an unfamiliar ceiling and I should leave
'Cause everybody here is tripping some new drug, except for me
(Why?)
'Cause I don't have the money

And I have been thinking about letting my hair grow
I have been thinking about cutting it short
I have been thinking about dying it yellow
But I don't think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support
That type of look

And I will tattoo my poems all over my body
They won't know who I was before
And I will cut off my fingers, no ID to find me
When I am washed up on the New Jersey shore
The New Jersey shore

Talk to myself too much, too often
Trying hard to figure out
Why the feelings that lie in my stomach
Are always pushing for my mouth

So I will learn to sleep on my chest
And I will learn to let things go
And I will learn to come to terms
With the things that I will never know
I will never know
And I will tattoo my poems all over my body
They won't know who I was before
And I will cut off my fingers, no ID to find me
When I am washed up on the New Jersey shore
The New Jersey...

And I will take what I can get
I'll take what I am given
But we both know that I'll need more

And I will take what I can get
I'll take what I am given
But we both know that I'll need more

And I will take what I can get
I'll take what I am given
But we both know that I'll need more

And I will take what I can get
I'll take what I am given
But we both know that I'll need more
So much more, so much more

Raagh!

And I will tattoo my poems all over my body
They won't know who I was before
And I will cut off my fingers, no ID to find me
When I am washed up on the New Jersey shore
The New Jersey shore