I once knew a man who learned such a thing… he cut off his hand to spite his ring… he poisoned the well to spite the frogs… he put down his son to spite the dog… he cut out his sleep to spite his dreams… he picked all the flowers to spite the bees… he burned his bible to spite the Lord… took a day off to lick his wounds…
I heard him swear, “life is such a wretched affair… I'm gonna hold my breath to spite the air…”
he drained the can*l to spite the fish… he flooded the land to spite the bridge… he dug up the hills to spite the sky… and tore out his tongue to spite the lies… he cut down the trees to spite the shade… he laid her to rest to spite the life they'd made… he burned his bible to spite the lord… took a day off to lick his wounds… I heard him swear, “life is such a cursed affair… I'm gonna hold my breath… no, I'm gonna stop breathing to spite the air.”