Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole

Poetry has no place for a heart that's a whore
 And I'm young and I'm strong
 But I feel old and tired
 Overfired
 And I've been poked and stoked
 It's all smoke, there's no more fire
 Only desire
 For you, whoever you are
 For you, whoever you are
 You say my time here has been some sort of a joke
 That I've been messing around
 Some sort of incubating period
 For when I really come around
 That I'm cracking up
 And you have no idea
 No idea how it feels to be on your own
 In your own home
 With the fucking phone
 And the mother of gloom
 In your bedroom
 Standing over your head
 With her hands in your head
 With her hand in your head
 I will not pretend
 I will not put on a smile
 I will not say I'm all right for you
 When all I wanted was to be good
 To do everything in truth
 To do everything 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
 I've been watching in bars
 Who've been stomping 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 I'm all right for you
 When all I wanted was to be good
 To do everything in truth
 To do everything in truth
 You bloody mother fucking asshole
 You bloody mother fucking asshole
 You bloody mother fucking asshole
 You bloody mother fucking asshole
 You bloody mother fucking asshole
 You bloody...
 I will not pretend
 I will not put on a smile
 I will not say I'm alright for you
 For whoever you are
 For you, whenever you are
 For you, whoever you are