Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore And I'm young and I'm strong But I feel old and tired, over fired And I've been poked and stoked It's all smoke, there's no more fire, only desire For you, 'ever you are For you, 'ever you are You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messin' 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 f**kin' 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 everythin' in truth To do everythin' 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 watchin' in bars Who've been stampin' 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 everythin' in truth To do everythin' in truth You bloody mother f**kin' a*shole Oh, you bloody mother f**kin' a*shole Oh, you bloody mother f**kin' a*shole Oh, you bloody mother f**kin' a*shole Oh, you bloody mother f**kin' a*shole 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, 'ever you are For you, 'ever you are For you, 'ever you are