Wake up Outa bed Go to work Go to school Everyday Sit down At lunch Sack lunch A sack lunch It sucks Clock out Go home Eat food Go to bed nightnight Wake up Outa bed Go to work Go to school Everyday But I still like to have fun sometimes. And every Sunday I go to church. So you see darling, I really am- Just a normal guy. I'm a normal guy. Just a normal guy. I'm normal. Feeling funny last week. I tried to go to the doctor the doctor told me He said, “Son Your normalcy levels are falling at an alarming rate. I’m going to have to fix you." So then the doctor fixed me and I was on my way Now I'm fixed. Now I'm fixed Now I'm- Just a normal guy. I'm a normal guy. Just a normal guy. I'm normal. Cause individualism is the enemy of productivity. And what is life if you don’t fit in? A meaningless game you play with yourself? Like a dog unaware of its own consciousness. I'm normal now. I swear to god I’m normal. I swear to god. Break free of the chains of mediocrity. I swear to god I'm normal. You believe me, don’t you darling? You believe me, don’t you? Please believe me…

Lost in a sea of inquiry. My mind is nowhere to be found. Hopelessly confused and never amused. I need something to do with my hands. Enter the world of my broken life. My corneas are fried. I feel the urge. I feel it call to me. Every fiber of my body pulled towards the source of limitless knowledge and tales untold. Pulled towards the source of my true existence. It's phone time. Amazed to find myself awakening inside of a disgusting pit. I: My eyes are red. My ears are numb. I, myself, I am broken. I must fix whats done to me. I must reclaim remedial plane. But as I try to stand, I’m pulled back down as if magnetized. I realize then I am home. I am where they want me to be. Ignorance is bliss? No. Now I know the truth- Knowing is bliss. And I'm staying right here. It's phone time. Can’t resist Can’t restart my life vicious cycle can't resist the yearn for my phone time.

No words, fool.

4.0 GPA on my transcript. Everything made sense until high school. Everybody started smokin crazy things, and there was this teacher… Who sucked. I hated him. He always talked like he was some kind of pseudo-intellectual theorist. On the first day of school he made me read an essay out loud and it had the f-word in it! The f-word! I don’t know who Kurt Vonnegut is, but it is frankly inappropriate to allow high school juniors to read this sort of material. When I refused to read it, he yelled at me! I told my mother about it and she’s going to email the principal. I will not let my education be ruined by some buffoon who thinks dirty language is acceptable! Modern high school is getting to me These kids are taking themselves so seriously Modern high school is getting me down when they grow up the world’ll breakdown I had life figured out- hustlin bustlin. Playing the game for a fool. Who did it think I was? But then my mom found my weed found my vape (grounded for eternity). Now my life is ruined. No one understands me. I'm so unique. The night it happened I just sat in the dark and thought about how I was going to run away. I have to free myself. I have to liberate myself. This is America after all. I shouldn’t be treated like this. It’s like what we were learning about in history. Freedom and shit. Mom and Dad can’t hold me here forever. How can they be mad at me? They act like they weren’t peddling nicotine to twelve year olds when they were my age. Anyways, I’m beginning to suspect I was ratted out. Snitched on. And mark my words. If I find out who did this, I will show no mercy. They ruined my life. My life is over now. My life is over. Modern high school is getting to me These kids are taking themselves so seriously Modern high school is getting me down when they grow up the world’ll breakdown

Pretty sure Lou Barlow wrote this one. Originally released on Sub Pop Records.