Bloody Mother ****ing *******

Poetry is no place for a heart thats a whore

And Im young and Im strong
But I feel old and tired, over fired

And Ive been poked and stoked
Its all smoke, theres no more fire, only desire

For you, ever you are

For you, ever you are
You say my time here has been some sort of joke

That Ive been messin around

Some sort of incubating period

For when I really come around
Im cracking up and you have no idea
No idea how it feels to be on your own

In your own home with the ****** phone

And the mother of gloom in your bedroom
Standing over your head with her hand in your head
With her hand in your head
I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile

I will not say Im all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everythin in truth
To do everythin in truth
Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars, Ive been watchin in bars

Whove been stampin their feet to a different beat

To a different beat

To a different beat
I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile

I will not say Im all right for you

When all I wanted was to be good

To do everythin in truth
To do everythin in truth
You bloody mother ****** asshole

Oh, you bloody mother ****** asshole

Oh, you bloody mother ****** asshole

Oh, you bloody mother ****** asshole

Oh, you bloody mother ****** asshole

Oh you bloody

I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile

I will not say Im all right for you
For you, ever you are

For you, ever you are

For you, ever you are