Spiritual Beggars - Lack Of Prozac lyrics

You see me as a looser You see me as a clown You see me as a drinker Well I see you as a who*e She runs after signs She runs with a lie She said she needed space But that was just an excuse to run away I had swallowed too much pain I had to ventilate some hate Amongst sissy pop-rock stars My fist started to talk