John Goodmanson - Miserabilia lyrics

Go! Breathe... easy Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws Cling to bad memories -- forget all the insufferable bores No-one matters (No-one matters) No-one cares He whispered "Oh my God, this really is a joy to behold" I thought he said "it's a joy to be held" so I held him too close It was a grave mistake, he never came back again I'm not saying there's good in none of this Miserabilia to show the kids I'm not saying that you're responsible Miserablilia for one, for all I've spend too much time on my knees next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants Sobbing into my warm, pale palms for a better understanding of my dietary requirements I've cried on ashen floors of working men's clubs '96, '98, 2000, 2002!, 2004! Oh my God!, oh my God!, will it end? We got nostalgic, ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit Collected scabs in lockets, hung them round our necks like nooses None of it mattered (None of it matters) Nobody cared I'm not saying there's good in none of this Miserabilia to show the kids I'm not saying that you're responsible Miserable for one, for all I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex (No dignity) I can only guess that she thinks about it when she touches herself Shout at the world, because the world doesn't love you! Lower yourself, because you know that you'll have to!