Вершы: Screeching Weasel. Anthem For A New Tomorrow. Rubber Room.

Everything around me is turning into shit
And I don't know what to do
Everyone I know is having a fit
'Cause I haven't got a clue
I don't know who I am
Patience is wearing thin
I think my head is caving in

I don't wanna live in a rubber room
But I think I'm halfway there
The funny thing about it is the worse it gets
The less I even care