Bless The Dead lyrics

I don't wanna go outside  
Its way too cold  
I don't wanna be your friend  
you're getting old  
I don't wanna go to the mall  
cause I'd rather die  
I'm havin fun in my room  
I think I'll stay inside  

I keep it dark  
I watch the tube  
I hang with Joe  
I get some sleep  
I burn a stove  
I play with dust  
I draw some blood  
I claim religion  
I open a window  
I free a dove  
I talk to God  
I bless the dead  
I play the drums  
then I wreck my bed  
Transcend with starman  
and pop pills with Frankenstein  

I don't wanna be your friend  
nuh uh no way  
I don't wanna hang around  
I'd rather stay  
I don't wanna hang with the geeks  
I'm a real freak  
I just wanna skip this town  
So c'est la vie