text: Theres a black cloud overhead, thats me
  And the poison ivy chokes the tree, again, its me
  Im the filthy one on Bourbon Street, you walk on by
  Im the little boy that pushes hard and makes it cry
  Theres a dirty needle in your child, haha, stick me
  Empty bottles still in hand, still dead, still me
  Im the suit and tie that bleeds the street and still wants more
  Im the forty-five thats in your mouth, Im a dirty, dirty whore
  Yeah, look, its me
  The one who cant be free
  Much too young to focus
  But too old to see
  Hey, look, its me
  What no one wants to see
  See what you brought this world
  Just what you want to see
  Hey, ma
  Hey, ma! Look, its me
  Yeah, and he wants to be called father now, me again, me
  The marks inside your arms spell me, spell only me
  Im the nothing face that plants the bomb and strolls away
  Im the one who doesnt look quite right as children play
  Yeah, look, its me
  The one who cant be free
  Much too young to focus
  But too old to see
  Hey, look, its me
  What no one wants to see
  See what you brought this world
  Just what you want to see
  Hey, ma
  Hey, ma! Look, its me
  Look up to me
  What to be and what to fear
  Look up to me
  Look, its me, like what you hear?
  See right through me
  See the one who cant be free
  See right through me
  Look, its me, what no one wants to see
  Now see the black cloud up ahead 
  And this poison ivy chokes the tree 
  And Im the filthy one on Bourbon Street, you walk on by
  Im the little boy that pushes, pushes, makes it cry
  Yeah, look, its me
  The one who cant be free
  Much too young to focus
  But too old to see, hey, hey
  Hey, look, its me
  What no one wants to see
  See what you brought this world
  Just what you want to see
  Hey, ma
  Hey, ma! Look, its me
  Yeah, its me
  Hey, ma
  Hey, ma! Look, its me