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 ******' 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 ******' asshole

Oh, you bloody mother ******' asshole

Oh, you bloody mother ******' asshole

Oh, you bloody mother ******' asshole

Oh, you bloody mother ******' asshole

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