I am angry I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin My irritability keeps me alive and kicking I know the meaning of life it doesn't help me a bit I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it
This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wall it is cracked My force of habit I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that
I know the highest and the best I accord them all due respect But the brightest jewel inside of me Goes with pleasure at my own stupidity
This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wail it is cracked My force of habit I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that
I used to make phantoms I could later chase Images of all that could be desired But I got tired of counting on all of these blessings And then I just got tired
This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wall it is cracked My force of habit I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that
This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wall it is cracked My force of habit I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that