Poetry is no place for a heart that's a !@^%
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired

Overfired

And I've been poked & 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 joke

That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around

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 $#&@ing 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 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 stamping 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 $#&@ing $$#hole
Oh you bloody mother $#&@ing $$#hole

Oh you bloody mother $#&@ing $$#hole
Oh you bloody mother $#&@ing $$#hole
Oh you bloody mother $#&@ing $$#hole

Oh you bloody...

I will not pretend

I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you, whoever you are

For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are