Of Montreal I Felt Like Smashing My Head Through A Clear Glass Window
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 she was suffering mine
Mommy's always trying not to eat
And daddy's always spending like he's pick a little booze
I never had a chance to choose my own name
I never know why she was suffering mine
Mommy's always talking 'bout the family pie
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 never believed in the surprise of my life
They have been on the faces, just like my mommy
Am I going crazy or is it just you, daddy?
Am I going nuts or is it just you, mommy?
Am I playing gone or is it just the world?
Daddy, I'd rather have you dead than crazy
Trying to talk to them is like eating TV dinner when you're angry
Trying to get their love is like watching as you cannot when you're hungry
They gave me a watch that's guaranteed not to break
But my mommy and daddy broke up last fall
Am I going crazy or is it just you, daddy?
Am I going nuts or is it just you, mommy?
Am I playing gone or is it just the world?
Mommy, I'd rather have you dead than crazy
All day long, I felt like smashing my head
In a clear glass window
But instead, I went out
And smashed up the church around the corner
