I swapped belligerence for a nervous tick and now I've turned Into a worthless prick with nothing learned It's insidious to let indulgence take a strangle-hold Too serious, I get so self involved And get so very wasted for a little light relief A search for new perspective and an idiot's belief And it's like waiting for a bus When it comes it'll probably be full of total utter f**ing c*nts It's easy to forget the many wrongs committed on the way And everything's a punishment for deeds of yesterday Some theory of a curse that was unleashed when I was two It makes it worse to splurge it all onto the ears of you And even though belligerence was swapped for a nervous tick It's still no less insidious. I became a worthless prick And it's like waiting for a bus When it comes it'll probably be full of total utter f**ing c*nts