• They all just tell me
    To bloody walk it off
    All this agony
    Just it flow from me and into all I do
    Well I say bugger off.
    I say screw you and just bugger off.

    It's so remarkable
    That I can hear your tears
    Flying down your face,
    Ask you what's wrong and you
    Complain to me
    About your whole life
    And how your parents went to Disneyland
    Without you...
    How your parents went on this cruise
    Without you,
    And how you're stuck all home alone
    With your brother and iPhone;
    Well I'm sick of it.
    Yes, mortal, I'm quite sick of it.
    It's people like you dearie
    Who just make me feel quite eerie
    And climb to roofs and scream out
    Without a sane... mind...

    So tell me, "friend,"
    How you think this whole bit should end.
    Should I jump off now and
    Just end your ******** problems
    'cause I'm done with all these things proclaimed.
    Yea, I can be your bleeding Jesus
    If that's what you think should be ordained.
    And I'll do it without a single plaint.
    Because I'm done with all you humans
    Who conceive in your closéd heads
    That the only way to be a "friend"
    Is to listen to all the bullshit that you spout
    Out of your pathetic little mouths.

    It's a one way street
    A race upon which I cannot compete.
    I hate none and yet most hate me.
    It's quite pathetic but
    I'm completely sympathetic
    To all the stories and to all the lies.
    You say I'm wanted.
    I know exactly why you
    Want me to be around you
    'cause I'm the only one who listens, mind
    That when I have a small profession you
    Step on it and with heels grind.
    Might I have feelings too?
    I know I have some but not to you.
    Seems such a shame
    Your bloody attitude
    To those who help you and you
    Barely seem to fathom that
    You're staring 'to a chasm and
    The wind that's rushing up
    Won't break your fall.
    Yea I find it quite duplicitous
    The fact you don't remember this
    And hope that I remind you all the same.

    So tell me, "friend,"
    How you think this whole bit should end.
    Should I jump off now and
    Just end your ******** problems
    'cause I'm done with all these things proclaimed.
    Yea, I can be your bleeding Jesus
    If that's what you think should be ordained.
    And I'll do it without a single plaint.
    Because I'm done with all you humans
    Who conceive in your closéd heads
    That the only way to be a "friend"
    Is to listen to all the bullshit that you spout
    Out of your pathetic little mouths.
    It's just remarkable.
    Just so bloody unremarkable.
    It's just remarkable
    How much you want me to go and die,
    Suffocating in your joylessness.

    Too bad I wear a smile
    Every time I know the moon will shine.