I'm on the floor for the most of my time Feeling so bad, it's in my mind Teens do look great swinging by If I'm growing old I'll take my time My case is safe, it's almost blind Blowing in the wind, blowing in my mind I got style, I got my pride Misery's surfing on my side Still I'm glad, I'm glad, for the youth that I had Way more sensible, say no more, cradle's laying on the floor I push you down on the floor Relax down there or I'll give you some more Greatest misery in the history of time If I'm growing old I'll take what's mine My act is safe when I start to pretend I hate myself, hero to the end I got style, I got my pride Misery's surfing on my side