Usual Crap

Too small, too fat, too shy

Too small; too skinny, too blind

Too twat, too creepy, too "has-been"

To cast myself astray

Too fake, too sly, too boastful

To be right

Too cocky, too dumb, too hateful

To tell me what I do

Tomorrow will be better But it keeps going on

Give me you're usual crap And life goes on

So that you can live on it

You call yourself a friend

While you keep beating on

The sadness that fuels my hands

Too drunk, too fucked, to write

Too chicken shit, too frightened, too much

Fuck you

You don't know who I am

Neither where I come from

So shut up motherfucker

And find someone else to blame

I'm offering you barbwire

And light yourself on fire

Now if I break you're legs

Will you get on you're knees and beg?