Every time I'm on the street

People laugh and point at me

They talk about my length of hair

And the out of date clothes I wear

They say I look like the living dead

They say I can't have much in my head

They say my songs are much too slow

But they don't know the things I know

I know I don't belong

And there's nothing I can do

I was born too late

And I'll never be like you

In my life things never change

To everybody I seem strange

But in my world now something's died

So I just stare with these insane eyes

I know I don't belong

And there's nothing that I can do

I was born too late

And I'll never be like you