I’m an outcast from California.
Moved here about two weeks ago,
I’m still a loser.
Last week, got beat up by the jocks,
that wasn’t much fun.
Sometimes I wish that I were dead.

When I moved here,
I couldn’t be better.
Thought, Hey, I’m finally leaving all those losers back in L.A.
But now that these days have changed,
I’m not so optimistic.
Now it seems another day to live is another day I’d rather die.

I’m an outcast from California.
I’m a loser, just a loser.
Won’t you come and pull me out of this hole;
out of this rut.

Sometimes I dream that I’d go home and be with my friends.
But this is real life and my dreams are nightmares.
So won’t you come and sit with me?

Last night my gal,
she broke up with me on the phone.
She said, “It’s over now, I guess I’m all alone.”
“What about me?” I said.
She didn’t hear.
Doesn’t anyone care?

I’m an outcast breaking out of here

I need you more than ever now because
I’m an outcast from California.