From Behind the Glass

One, two, three

In my cave

I can be myself

It's just up the way

On the levy of hell

Looking out from here

From behind the glass

I love the people

But hate the mess

I got everything

That a loner could want

Just me and a window

At night I will haunt

Looking out from here

From behind the glass

I am the ghost of my own past

Well did you get it from your mother?

Well did you get it from your dad?

Well did you get it from the system, baby?

Well did you get it from the man?

I wasn't always this strange

Well something made me sick

My weak ties untied

All my friends are dead

Well looking out from here

From behind the glass

I love the people

But hate the mess

But looking out from here

On the levy of hell

I don't blame my parents

I blame myself

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Well did you get it from your mother?

Well did you get it from your dad?

Well did you get it from the system, baby?

Well did you get it from the man?

C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot