You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I'm the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet someone who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own and you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry and you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen "now"
When exactly do you mean?
See, I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

Someday
Not one in particular