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

Chorus

There is a club if you'd like to go
You could meet someone 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

• 13 Years
• American Girl
• Anita Sonic Love
• Bad Connection
• Carolea
• Chucklehead's Lament
• Connection
• Culver Palms
• Don't Change
• Drunk Again
• Eleanor Young
• Evergleam
• Happy Hour
• Hateful
• Hating Yo for Christmas
• How Soon is Now?
• Invisible
• Kill Jerry Garcia
• Kill The Sun
• Lame
• Local God
• Loser Makes Good
• Malevolent
• Nervous & Weird
• Our Lips Are Sealed
• Pennsylvania is...
• Pocahontas
• Santa Baby
• Search & Destroy
• Separation
• Sick Tired
• Sin City
• Southern Girls
• Sparkle
• Speedracer
• Static
• The Boys Are Back in Town
• The Color Pit
• The Joker
• The Laughing World
• The Swing
• Trust Fund
• What Do I Get?