Misunderstood

You're back in your old neighborhood
The cigarettes taste so good
But you're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood

There's something there that you can't find
You look honest when you're tellin' a lie
You're hurt but you don't know why
You love her but you don't know why

You're short on long term goals
There's a party there that we oughta go to
You still love rock and roll
You still love rock and roll

It's only a quarter to three
Reflecting off the LCD
You're looking at a picture of me
You're staring at a picture of me

Take the guitar player for a ride
'Cause he ain't never been satisfied
He thinks he owes you some kind of debt
It'll be years before he gets over it

There's a fortune inside your head
All you touch turns to lead
You think you might just crawl back in bed
With the fortune inside your head

I know you're just a mama's boy
You're positively unemployed
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood

I know you're gotta God shaped hole
You're leanin' out your own pedastal
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood

I'd like to thank you all for nothing
I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all
I'd like to thank you all for nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing at all