There was this guy at a party who was reading from his poetry While I was crying – It’s enough, this is no place for me On my way out I couldn’t find my jacket I got mad so I stole a bunch of cigarette packets
Out in the city night, I was left alone Went to a club where this new, young band tried hard to rock ‘n’ roll I punched the singer in the face Said – You must be the brother to a bad poet whose girlfriend I fucked at a party an hour ago
I am evil, I am bad I’m the biggest liar, I make people sad Who could think that I would grow so much hate I was never wanted, mother, now it’s too late
Early in the morning I left an after party Feeling so happy ´cause I threw up on the arty farty fucker who’d been giving me whiskey all night I am a coward so I ran from the fight Believe me or not, I ran into the poet I asked for a cigarette though I knew that he had none left
Said – I wanna kill you ´cause you bug me, I wanna kill you I hate your poems, I hate your life style, I hate your arty friends, I hate your meaningless life I wanna kill you ´cause you bug me, I wanna kill you I said…
I am evil, I am bad I’m the biggest liar, I make people sad Who could think that I would grow so much hate I was never wanted, mother, now it’s too late