Musty room, that dirty cocoon
Smothered in red like the colour in his head
Depression and aggression lingers there without question
The stains of life forever in its dimension
His charm got stuck, his charm got stuck in the nineties
Along with his mind
His head got stuck, his soul got stuck in the nineties
Along with his kind
The rotting two legged chair from ancient rubble somewhere
Residing there, wishing ability to care
Gulping contents of glass, resisting a laugh
Reflecting on his past, because it's clear that his, well
His charm got stuck, his charm got stuck in the nineties
Along with his mind
His head got stuck, his soul got stuck in the nineties
Along with his kind
Thinking look at me, look at me isolated here
Stranded in this world of envy and fear
Judged by prejudiced creeps who have no idea
The pain I've suffered, how I'm standing here
Takes no wisdom to laugh, but I guarantee ya
The good times don't last and I'll see you here in 20 years
Drinking from the bottle, drowning yourself in the sorrow
That the world is not what it was. Cue the downward spiral
Nab it soon, before inevitable boom
He claims it's merely experimental but he's forgoing all the essentials
Tips it up, watch it follow straight into the gutter
Before time has past he is found as a scholar
Despite it transforms as a nightly horror
It's tragic really
His charm got stuck, his charm got stuck in the nineties
Along with his mind
His brain, proclaimed fame, he's insane and stuck in the nineties