With both eyes closed I blew out his window A cheap shot i know but But someone had to do it It isn't like ,he deserves it That's easy for you to say He's not your kind He's not your type Just looking to desires On my side of town Get out our knives and Go for a long drive I'm nothing special A yard sale collectable For a table Gather dust like the rest of us We left out to rise So tell me you not can be magnetic Lightning will strike And some of us will get it And now that i'm so sure ... disposal share out the table Gather dust like the rest of us We left out to rise