Tism - Preening Dumb Tool lyrics

I'd rather be a cack-eyed, akward nob than you For all your perfect teeth and hand jobs I'd rather be the silently resentful weird one Than the back slapped, chest poking, young gun For every moment of you've had of adolescent bliss I've spent 10 regretting everything I've missed For every stroke, every goal, every glance And kiss there were blows Failure, Mockery and less Still I'd rather be me You Preening, Dumb, Tool You Vaccuous, Confident, Ignorant Poor Dumb Tool Who wants to be Me? No-one, You They sell magazines with how to guides People shell out money, jog, get surgery But mainly just dream of the day They will be more like you Gra** green, never greener, Grows over the fence between us Penis length I'm sure is in your favour Your Penis in fact is the hero of this and every other hour And can access all orifice, stink box, blurter and growler They didn't break the mould when they made you mate That mould was ma** produced, does it grate? That on every corner and every bar there is you You have never said one thing completely new Not thought one thought not thought before You CLEO mag, Channel V, As Seen On TV bore You school kids, idea of bliss You teen idol package, Construct Robot, Product, Lackey, Baggage I would rather be me, despite my self disappointment I would rather be me, because of that disappointment I would rather be me, unknown, weak, bent and poor I would rather be me, with every mistake and flaw I would rather be me, because in the whole universe of us, In the galaxys of people in the glowing incalculable nimbus You provide the great system with naught Whilst from afar, burning, lonely, And nearly invisible, I, A Star