G.I.

I'll never be cool enough for the G.I.
I'll never write anything worth their time
I'll never play real enough for the G.I.
I'll never be their underground darling

Do you think they know I'm faking
Do you think they care I've got a life?

Look how they want me to beg for permission
Hear how they call me a failure when I try
I'll never reach the acne demographic
I'll never write anything worth their time

What can I do
Where can I go
The G.I. Youth
Are in control

Are you one of them, well I
I want to be one too
You better not break down
When you're running with the G.I. Youth

No brow-beat confession by the teenage militia
No big erection, no media whore
I'll never play real enough for the G.I.
I'm no tragic poet, I'm a bore

And when I die I want to come back
A thirteen old virgin intact
With a mom and a dad who like my boyfriend
A room a rehab every weekend