Born Too Late — Saint Vitus

Every time I'm on the street People laugh and point at me They talk about my length of hair And the out of date clothes I wear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 lte And I'll never be like you