Poetry is no for a heart that's a whore And I'm and I'm strong But I feel old and tired, over
And been poked and stoked It's all smoke, no more fire, only desire For you, you are For you, you are
You say my time here has been some sort of That been messin' around Some sort of incubating For when I really around I'm cracking up and you have no
No how it feels to be on your own In own home with the fuckin' phone And the mother of in your bedroom Standing over head with her hand in your head With her hand in head
I not pretend, I will not put on a smile I not say I'm all right for you When all I wanted was to be To do everythin' in To do everythin' in
Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish I was a man So I learn how to stand up for myself those guys with guitars, I've been watchin' in bars Who've been stampin' their feet to a different To a different To a beat
I not pretend, I will not put on a smile I will not say I'm all for you all I wanted was to be good To do everythin' in To do in truth
You bloody fuckin' asshole Oh, you bloody fuckin' asshole Oh, you bloody mother fuckin' Oh, you mother fuckin' asshole Oh, you bloody mother asshole Oh you
I will not pretend, I not put on a smile I will not say I'm all for you For you, you are For you, you are For you, you are