Blind Melon - Paper Sratcher

Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn
For every living day I give myself a hand
Now I`m scroungy 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
And Fridays are always fresh days
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
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
Honestly.