Fuckabout
This song is a fuckabout
Not one to write home about,
And I guess if you're in any doubt
That I'm a fuckabout
Then I'll hear you out.
I live in a paradise
It's not home, but I guess it's alright.
And you live on the second floor,
Sleep in the corridor,
What are you living for?
When words get stuck in your throat,
And all you wanna do is choke
On the lies that you've been fed.
When you are down in the dumps,
And you're kicking at the walls
'Cause you don't know what you've said.
When I put the kettle on,
You put heavy metal on.
I won't say a word, until I go
Then you say
What do I know anyway?
And I waste, every single day
Staring into the middle space.
And you know that I'm a fuckabout
What can we talk about anyhow?
When words get stuck in your throat,
And all you wanna do is choke
On the lies that you've been fed.
When you are down in the dumps,
And you're kicking at the walls
'Cause you don't know what you've said.
When words get stuck in your throat,
And all you wanna do is choke
On the lies that you've been fed.
When you are down in the dumps,
And you're kicking at the walls
'Cause you don't know what you've said.
I don't give a fuck
About people in love,
They don't piss me off,
They just make me give up.