I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin,
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking.
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit,
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it.
This is a song from under the floorboards,
This is a song from where the wall is cracked.
My force of habit, I am an insect.
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact,
I know the highest and the best.
I accord them all due respect
But the brightest jewel inside of me
Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity
This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact
Used to make phantoms I could later chase
Images of all that could be desired
Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
And then I just got tired
This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact
This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact
