Reject, Reject they said I was a reject Reject, Reject don't want to be called a reject People say I'm a reject People say I'm a reject because of the
and songs the long hours were filled in And one was the stand-alone fave of the children: "Tell us the fable of waste that will move us;
Gliding through my wasted life With ants on endless escalators Mystery rash and no job Absent use oh how I hate her Could it be this stagnancy was laced
