Misunderstood

When you're back in your old neighborhood The cigarettes taste so good But you're so misunderstood You're so misunderstood There's something there that you can't find You look honest when you're telling a lie You hurt her but you don't know why You love her but you don't know why Short on long term goals There's a party there that we ought to go to If you still love rock and roll You still love rock and roll? It's only a quarter to three Reflecting off of your CD You're looking at a picture of me You're staring at a picture of me Take the guitar player for a ride 'Cause he ain't never been satisfied He thinks he owes some kind of debt It'll be years before he gets over it There's a fortune inside your head When all you touch turns to lead You think you might just crawl back in bed With the fortune inside your head I know you're just a mama's boy You're positively unemployed So misunderstood So misunderstood I know you've got a god-shaped hole You're bleeding out your heart full of soul You're so misunderstood [Repeats] I'd like to thank you all for nothing I'd like to thank you all for nothing at all I'd like to thank you all for nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all