V1

I'm a rollercoaster ride -
that you can call enigma.
Not a bad egg..
we're all part saint and sinner.
Emotionally action packed -
Guess you'll figure that out,
and I'm writing for the ones yet to be a winner..

and I write for the sad ones,
the bad ones,
positively identify as mad ones!
but they know what they bring, to the table.
and for the damaged,
 the ones with baggage -
the one's that are difficult to manage;
you might call them unhinged or unstable..


Chorus

But we're all damaged goods,
and it's good to recycle.
Handle with care -
you can tape me up with fragile.
Strong language,
explicit content -
Can't all universally please.
For the one's that should come
with a warning label;
for the ones like me..

Parental advisory.
For the ones like me -
parental advisory.


V2

I write for the lonely,
listening to Joni,
singin' why won't somebody hold me?
But we've muddled through, listening to sad songs..
Emotionally tangled,
hard to handle -
we like to burn the 3am candle;
while most are sleeping we're awake all night long.

I write for the wingers,
hair brush singers,
the ones who hope their taste will linger;
given up dreams of rings upon their fingers...

Still cravin' 
bottles of wine that need a corkin',
barefoot walkin',
late night talkin'-
with someone who will stay 'til the morning.
For the wild unruly, can't be tamed -
we just need to be loved,
we don't need to be saved.
The wild ones can't be caged,
the wild one's can't be changed.


Chorus

But we're all damaged goods,
and it's good to recycle.
Handle with care - 
you can tape me up with fragile.
Strong language,
explicit content - 
can't all universally please...
For the one's that should come
with a warning label,
for the ones like me...

Parental advisory,
for the ones like me,
parental advisory.


V3

Oh, and for the weird ones,
the feared ones,
the don't quite fit in anywhere ones -
not the kind you take to meet your family for dinner.
Maybe we're the outcasts,
knowing nothing lasts -
we're all just products of our own past,
but we're the ones that boil instead of simmer...

and we've got
fire's burnin',
heart's a yearnin'-
knowing we're alive cause
we are hurtin'-
wish we didn't need to feel that depth of feelin'..

Wanting to feel excited
(ooh inspired)
Normality's just got us,
feeling tired;
what d'ya gotta do to reach the ceiling?


Chorus

We're just damaged goods,
but it's good to recycle.
Handle with care -
you can tape me up with fragile.
Strong language,
explicit content -
can't universally please...
For the one's that should come
with a warning label..
for the ones like me.

Parental advisory,

for the ones like me...

parental advisory.