From Behind the Glass by Matthew Logan Vasquez Lyrics

(One, two, three!)

In my cave
I can be myself
It's just up the way
On the levy of Hell
Lookin' out from here
From behind the glass
I love the people
But hate the mess

I got everything
That a loner could want
Just me and a window
At night I will haunt
Lookin' out from here
From behind the glass
I am the ghost of my own past

Well, did you get it from your mother?
Well, did you get it from your dad?
Well, did you get it from your sister, baby?
Well, did you get it from the man?
I wasn't always this strange
Well, somethin' made me sick
My weak ties untied
All my friends are dead
Well, lookin' out from here
From behind the glass
I love the people
But hate the mess

Lookin' out from here
On the levy of Hell
I don't blame my parents
I blame myself

Well, did you get it from your mother?
Well, did you get it from your dad?
Well, did you get it from your sister, baby?
Well, did you get it from the man?

C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
C'mon now shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot