Here's a little song I wrote You might sing it note for note And if you can't remind the words Count on me to stick it inside your skull
Ain't got no class ain't got no style Ain't got no cash since you've been around Remember the point of that ditty Don't be happy... Worry!
The gathering of your teeth on the pavement Won't be easy with broken fingers Cause I won't listen to your "shit-chat" anymore On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!) Still I wonder what you were waiting for...
How could I have been so stupid How could I've been so blind I'm still searching for reasons That I will probably never find That old fucking human nature Is the only thing to blame Except you and all your twisted ways Which are all the same All the shame
I've tried to think I was wrong Then evidence reached my eyes Helping me making my mind: So I...
Leave today I won't change my way I won't listen to what you have to say So now sucker you'd better worry! Damn over to be happy!
The gathering of your teeth on the pavement Won't be easy with broken fingers Cause I won't listen to your "shit-chat" anymore On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!) Still I wonder what you were waiting for...
How could I have been so stupid How could I've been so blind I'm still searching for reasons That I will probably never find That old fucking human nature Is the only thing to blame Except you and all your twisted ways Which are all the same
The gathering of your teeth on the pavement Won't be easy with broken fingers Cause I won't listen to your "shit-chat" anymore On you I closed a door (How bad! How sad!) Still I wonder what you were waiting for...
I've tried to think I was wrong Then evidence reached my eyes Helping me making my mind: So I...
Leave today I won't change my way I won't listen to what you have to say So now sucker you'd better worry! Damn over to be happy!