I Felt Like Smashing My Head Through a Clear Glass Window ​of Montreal

All day long, I felt like smashing my face
Through a clear glass window
But instead, I went out
And smashed up a phone booth around the corner

I never had a chance to choose my own parents
I never know why I should be stuck with mine
Mommy's always trying not to eat
And daddy's always smelling like he's pickled in booze

I never had a chance to choose my own name
I never know why I should be stuck with mine
Mommy's always talking 'bout family pride
And daddy's always hiding on the weekend, right

All day long, I felt like smashing my neck
Through a clear glass window
But instead, I went out
And smashed up a station wagon around the corner

I looked in the mirror and told myself
I'm glad I still don't look like them at least
Mommy's like a film star in a distorted mirror
And daddy's like a guy who lost his stomach in the war

I went to shake hands with the President in Miami
I went to a rock show to see Mick Jagger
You'd never believe it. It was the surprise of my life
They had paint on their faces, just like my mommy