William Wittman - Lunatic Fringe lyrics

I want to thank you for sticking my neck out I know I'll be there when they let the cranks out I won't be culpable, got too much to answer for ooo oooh My heart is in a can, my neck is in your hands You wanted a family man but I'm not relating I'll never be arranged I'd rather be estranged, I don't care, I don't care Second cousin to the poor relation Holding last week's ticket in this week's train station Relegated to the third division on the lunatic fringe We're not on any team not after what I've seen All that back slapping makes me want to scream I'll just be feeling low, waiting for the final whistle to blow oo oo ooh They're beating metal, outside this window I'm getting a kick out of every hammer blow I know I can't escape it until I've been reshapen I'm on the I'm on the... Second cousin to the poor relation Holding last week's ticket in this week's train station Relegated to the third division on the lunatic fringe They're pumping iron down in the village They're locking lions up in the zoo I don't know what I'm thinking I don't know where I'm sinking Down there, down there Second cousin to the poor relation Holding last week's ticket in this week's train station Relegated to the third division on the lunatic fringe On the lunatic fringe, on the lunatic fringe, on the lunatic fringe