I was a teenage hand modell

Cozied up to the toilet Face stuck to the floor I met expectations that I was tryin to ignore Job had such patience I wonder, what's that like? One hundred thousand million But I hearThat's what you like So I was thinkin So these cities are sprouting Like a spit in the eye And this world isn't waiting It's just passing me by I just peak in the window Lookin inside The butcher's got a fork in your face I'm standing alive And I was singin