They say it's all about perspective Well how's this? Twenty years on, depressive and my shirts don't fit I think I've started dwelling On the equivalent of the spelling When I know the meaning It's just a word I have trouble reading If you're on the road right now By God I hope you packed a sweater You're gonna be really disappointed If you held hope for better weather But kin like us we grow so tough Our skin gets thick as heavy leather Yeah, we're doomed and blessed, I guess You tend to feel a bit defective When you miss most every mark expected You know some say that I deserve this I'm fast at peace now, at least for the moment Until the next crowd looks on and wonder as they ask how I turn my self over like a rock So you can all see just what's under Every single creepy crawly Will have you itching as you wonder Are you solid like the rock or more prone to break asunder? Yeah I'm doomed, I'm blessed, I guess