You think you know the animal until you strike a certain nerve   A latent homosex become so violent when provoked and now obscured      Beyond the rage you feel / There's some appeal in this   And objects in the mirror may be much closer than they might appear      Someone as beautiful as you would never look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft   No one as beautiful as you could ever look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft      One Miss America could never service you (Chelsea queen with tambourine)   Confined until conformity achieved humiliation (6%, a tight machine)      You punch my face again / I'll have to call the State Police   I need my fingers for my work / Brush the dirt stains off your knees