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