Paper Scratcher

Blind Melon

Now I’m scratchy as can be

I got all you normals looking at me

I’ll scratch a hole in my life so everyone can see

My mind is a mind that I have come to know

And my eyes can’t conceive a world that can not grow

Screamin’ at the sun, don’t really
Know what he has done
He don’t believe in God and a world as one
So he rambles through the weeds
And he will sleep beneath the trees

And on the day I die, Thank God my soul will be released

I’ve seen all your eyes

And I’ve seen all your faces

Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free?

Then look in my eyes I’ve been lots of places

Can you tell me honestly that you’d want to be me

Would you wanna be me?