Well there's killers in our closet
There's thief's beneath our bed
There is business men in mirrors
With guns against there heads
Stepp stools beneath their ankles
Nooses tied around their throats
Sharping their switchblades
And signing in their stones
Now give me one good reason to stay here at all
When my head gets too big and my apartment is too small
I'm saying now
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends
Just kill me quick
Now they're maxing out their credit cards
On ammunition
They're polishing their rifles
And loading up their guns
Because this church is drenched in fire
While town hall's under attack
We got the hostages
They Mayor and councilmen
They've got knives against their necks!
Now give me one good reason to stay here at all
When my head gets too big and my apartment is too small
I'm saying now
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends
Just kill me quick