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 fucking cunts.
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 fucking cunts.