Cold War (Lyrics)

I was a babyface born for the eighties In a Reagan-era white-flight run Head in my hands under my desk Lost in translation With a penchant for devotion And a vise-grip on my heart No, I don't, I don't belong here No, I don't, I don't belong I was a blue-eyed Amtrak baby Born to run and born too soon With a faulty moral compass here That lead me straight to you With a shotgun superstition A heel turn for all time No, I don't, I don't belong here No, I don't, I don't belong, I don't belong Replaced upon arrival just in time to watch your buildings crash and burn No, I don't, I don't belong here No, I don't, I don't belong I don't belong here, no, I don't belong here