Son of a Builder

Far from feeling safer
 I awake at noon
 Read the local paper
 On a dirty afternoon
 Each day they're closer
 And each day I sleep

 And i'm just trying to tell myself,
 I've got everything I need

 The bullies and the liars
 Wake me up at night
 They keep me in suspense
 Why don't they stay well out of sight?
 Fully-furnished I am
 Yeah, spitting and I can't sleep

 And i'm just trying to tell myself,
 I've got everything I need
 It's the fact that I can't help myself
 And it's myself I can't deceive

 I get enough protection
 Lock it up inside your stalls
 You think your best intentions
 Then you [bad word] it up the wall
 Fully-fledged suburban
 Yeah, each day it's set to repeat

 And i'm just trying to tell myself,
 I've got everything I need
 It's the fact that I can't help myself
 And it's myself I can't believe
 And i'm just trying to tell myself,
 I've got everything I need

 And I keep trying to mend myself
 And remember what is real
 It's the fact that I can't help myself
 And it's myself I don't believe
 And i'm just trying to tell myself,
 I've got everything I need