Misunderstood

When you're back in your old neighborhood

The cigarettes taste so good

But you're so misunderstood

You're so misunderstood

There's something there that you can't find

You look honest when you're telling a lie

You hurt her but you don't know why

You love her but you don't know why

Short on long term goals

There's a party there that we ought to go to

If you still love rock and roll

You still love rock and roll

It's only a quarter to three

Reflecting off of your CD

You're looking at a picture of me

You're staring at a picture of me

Take the guitar player for a ride

'Cause he ain't never been satisfied

He thinks he owes some kind of debt

It'll be years before he gets over it

There's a fortune inside your head

When all you touch turns to lead

You think you might just crawl back in bed

With the fortune inside your head

I know you're just a mama's boy

You're positively unemployed

So misunderstood

So misunderstood

I know you've got a god-shaped hole

You're bleeding out your heart full of soul

You're so misunderstood

You're so misunderstood

You're so misunderstood

You're so misunderstood

I'd like to thank you all for nothing

I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all

I'd like to thank you all for nothing

Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing at all

Nothing nothing nothing nothing at all