Who the hell am I?


I'm standing up here singing
and you're listening with glee
you're hanging on to my every word
like a frigate grips the sea
and while I appreciate it greatly
I have to wonder why
you don't know me from Adam
who the hell am I?

I've quite a lot to tell you
so I've written it in song
it's the way I've always done it
it's how I've come along
I've written through the good times
and when I've sat and cried
but let's return to what I've asked before
who the hell am I?

well, the person here before you
is a complicated soul
while others nibble bits of life
I've swallowed the damn thing whole
the words I choose are mine
so, I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll put my tongue in cheek
and ask, who the hell are you?

I can be a little oblique
I'm not into naming names
so you'll have to keep on guessing
to remain a witness to this game
I see you're becoming angry
and the fist's about to fly
I hesitate, then ask once more
who the hell am I?

I don't know if I'm asking
or I'm telling you out loud
but I need to say something
because more than three's a crowd
and as I make my way off-stage
I've said my last goodbyes
I pray to God I've made an impression
who the hell am I?

Tomorrow is my last paper; it's like the final boss, yeah.
Not the expression, no. Literally it's the hardest paper.
When you know if you don't study, you would just fail bad.
And you will retain one semester for that stinking subject.

But what happens if you tried, tried your best to study.
And nothing you read enters your head, in spite of you.
What happens when you become the main source of the stress.
Books on the table, but your mind's somewhere else.

I just can't fail it, there's too much at stake now.
I don't know, what to do, or say if I fail it now.
Seems like everybody 'pecting me to breeze thru this.
I won't give them what they want, just to see what they will do.

And it seems like everyone immediately points a finger at me.
So I point one right back at 'em, to show them who's boss.
But not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb.
It's the one you put up when you just don't give a fuck.