Tom Williams & The Boat Concentrate
Out of the rain, burst in through the front door
Soaking and bleeding again, I hit the floor spinning
Backpack on my back, it's weighing me down
Weighing me down, weighing me down
I think it's that I don't know kids, and they don't know me
But I know one thing: that I'm safer in my room
I've got the Internet; I meet friends on MSN
Friends's friends, friends's friends, who tell me
They'll put stuff in your backpack that'll scare the shit out of kids
That chase you in the street, that'd help me out
That'd help me out, that'd help me out
And that'd help me out
But after a while, I get tired
They try to get me to study, but I've got things to do
I've got homework, too
Cause they don't know my dad, but he's this town through and through
Old-school 50-something balding racist, and so his mates are too
But me, I'm a modern man
Me, I'm a modern man
I'm a modern man woah
I'm a modern man woah
I think I'm intelligent
I think I'm open-minded
And I think I've got a worldview
And there're not many people like me round here, I can tell you
And I think I'm the future
And I think I'm dead if I lose track
Cause they don't know my dad, he's this town through and through
Old-school 50-something balding racist, and so his mates are too
But me, I'm a modern man
Me, I'm a modern man
I'm a modern man woah
I'm a modern man woah
Yeah me, I'm a modern man
Me, I'm a modern man
I'm a modern man woah
I'm a modern man woah
