Fucker!

My tongue is twisted from talking

My feet are blistered from walking alone

My head is bursting with thoughts

And every bruise feels so familiar

This city's buzzing with bastards

Cancer tans and plastic disasters

Wannabees and users and makers

Impotents and shake city fakers

So don't tell me everything's alright

And don't include me in your straight life

And don't tell me everything's alright

In your straight life

My system's sick with poison

Heart's bitter joys are jumping

Far away from better days

And everything feels so familiar

My arms are fed up reaching

My voice is through with breaking

Myself, I'm sick of reason

Every bruise feels so familiar

So don't tell me everything's alright

And don't include me in your straight life

Don't tell me everything's alright

In your straight life

So don't tell me everything's alright

And don't include me in your straight life

So don't tell me everything's alright

In your straight life

So don't tell me everything's alright

And don't include me in your straight life

Don't tell me everything's alright

In your straight life

So don't tell me everything's alright

And don't include me in your straight life

So don't tell me everything's alright

In your straight life

So don't tell me everything's alright

And don't include me in your straight life

So don't tell me everything's alright

In your straight life

In your straight life, in your straight life

In your straight life, in your straight life

In your straight life, in your straight life

In your straight life, in your straight life

In your straight life