She nagged me and called me Grumpy
I’m a metalhead Junkie
The idea ain’t funky

I’m addicted and broke all the time
There was a time where I went by fine
Now all the meat on my shoulders is gone
I believe my inner war is finally won
By the coke, the weeds and the demons inside
It’s something I despise myself for and hide

She called me Grumpy
I’m a metalhead junkie
The idea ain’t funky

I wanted to show her I’m more than this
So to New York city is my hurt mind’s wish
Making it as a rockstar there
Somewhere above and beyond my despair
I’m addicted to coke and weeds and vulgair
I’m a Junkie and this life to me isn’t fair.

She called me Grumpy
I’m a metalhead Junkie
The idea ain’t funky

I’ve got long brown hair and bloodshed eyes
I wish to come off immature but wise
I wish to cross the ocean to New York
To prove her I’m not an average dork
I wish to make it and look like I’m it
I brag about it all but I’m still a kid.

She called me Grumpy
I’m a metalhead Junkie
The idea ain’t funky

I tried my best to pay the ticket for the plane
but the more I came to it the more it went insane
Americans don’t like people on cocaine
So my brilliant idea came down in flames
It’s all illegal stuff over there
Why should I again try to care
I could try it here and stare-
If I wouldn’t feel like a douchebag in despair



She called me Grumpy,
I’m a metalhead Junkie
The idea ain’t funky

But what am I to do?
She said this once and I had no clue
But to let it come all over me and felt like nothing to you
What should I say about it too?
I wish to stand up and proove I’m no fool
Insane miss Starlight is beyond my cool
I’m a metalhead Junkie with bloodshed eyes
Sometimes I wish I could get to rehab and make myself
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