I am the son, I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does


I am the son, I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I'm the son and heir of nothing in particular

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There is a club if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry and you want to die