You wanna know what I am?
You wanna see what my life is?
You are not paralyzed!
You wanna see what's going on here?
You wanna know what I am?
You wanna see what my life is?
You sick, sons of bitches
When you walk in that door
On your two legs, all fat and cocky
And looking at me in my chair
And you tell me it's all in my head?