Don't it make you feel good
When the world spins another way
And it's all in your head
And every little thing thing she said
Is a call to arms?
A vote for the underclass—yeah, the underdog
Still holding fast
And I don't talk much, no
I don't think much, no
I'm just a boy who hangs around
I keep my eyes clean, yeah
I keep my nose clean, yeah
Just a boy who hangs around
I hear you calling
Don't you know I'm falling?
I keep my back to the world
And Rita takes time to say it's all right
She always had some time to steal
A summer of hate,
No holy crusade, and the wars on TV
Are lost on me—yeah, they're lost on you
The battles we fight are all our own,
They're shabby and light and stupid and sad
They're all we have
Yeah, they're all we have
And I don't talk much, no
I don't think much, no
I'm just a boy who hangs around
I keep my eyes clean, yeah
I keep my nose clean, yeah
I'm just a boy who hangs around
