Your World View Is Out Of Whack

My house in the suburbs is your derelict shack
My lady of impenetrable chastity is your harlot, oh
Your world view is out of whack

My slip of the tongue is your verbal attack
My tales of incompatible destinies are your heartache, oh
Your world view is out of whack

You’ve got trouble making friends and
you’ve got trouble-making friends.
You don’t know where the world ends
Or where love transcends
Infatuation

My deep shade of purple is your depressing black
My serenade of serenity is your haunting, oh
Your world view is out of whack

My charismatic wrinkle is your decrepit crack
My act of magnanimity is your boasting, oh
Your world view is out of whack

You’ve got trouble making friends and
you’ve got trouble-making friends
You don’t know when the world ends
Or where love transcends
Infatuation

You’ve got trouble making friends but
you’ve got time to make amends
You don’t know where there world ends
You don’t know where it ends
Your world view is out of whack