Misunderstood [Live at the Troubadour 11/12/96] Songtext
von Wilco

You′re back in your old neighborhood
The cigarettes taste so good
But you're so misunderstood
You′re so misunderstood

Something there that you can't find
You look honest when you're tellin′ a lie
You hurt her but you don′t know why
You love her but you don't know why

You′re short on long term goals
There's a party there that we oughtta go to
Do you still love rock and roll?
Do you still love rock and roll?

It′s only a quarter to three
Reflecting off the OCD
You're looking at a picture of me
You′re staring at a picture of me


Take the guitar player for a ride
'Cause he ain't never been satisfied
He thinks he owes some kind of debt
Be years before he gets over it

There′s a fortune inside your head
All you touch turns to lead
You think you might just crawl back in bed
The fortune inside your head

I know you′re just a mama's boy
Positively unemployed
You′re so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood

I know you′re gotta God shaped hole
You're leanin′ out your pedastal
You're so misunderstood
You're so misunderstood
You′re so misunderstood
You′re so misunderstood

I'd like to thank you all for nothin′
Thank you all for nothin' at all
Will thank you for nothin′


Nothin'
Nothin′
Nothin'
Nothin'
Nothin′
Nothin′
Nothin' at all

Nothin′
Nothin'
Nothin′
Nothin' at all