I'm a leech
I'm a flea
A blood sucking parasite
Can't seem to get rid of me
I bottom-feed
Like it's a sport
I'm a salesman
Going door to door (knock knock)
Feel sick again
Strange in my skin
You see that for clowns like me
There's no guarantee
You won't get hurt
When you kiss the dirt
And I'm doin' it all for free
I'm spinning out again
Always freak out when
I'm on the tight rope
I'm holding on to high hopes
That I'll make it to the end
I'm feeling used
Like a cheap car
I love to break on down
Won't get you very far
Cause I belong
Out in the trash
Set me on fire
And don't you ever look back
Feel sick again
Strange in my skin
You see that for clowns like me
There's no guarantee
You won't get hurt
When you kiss the dirt
And I'm doin' it all for free
I'm spinning out again
Always freak out when
I'm on the tightrope
I'm holding on to high hopes
That I'll make it to the end
