It
was
clear
to meThe
moment
we metThat
you’d
be the
oneI’d
least
regretXxx
For Sale
Your house isn’t the problem.
You are.
Best Wishes
Enjoy
your
cake
You
fat
fucking
snake
I hope
you
choke
and
die
Don’t
mind
me
As I
drink
my
tea
And
watch
the
world
go by
Solid Doors
If my
life
was a
movie
And
I got
to
choose
I
don’t
know
which
actress
I’d
pick
But
I wouldn’t
be a
beauty
The
nice
guy
I would
lose
And
I’d
end up
marrying
the
prick
What Is Said Vs The Truth
Goodbye,
See you later,
It’s such a shame
That you can’t stay.
Thank fuck you’re gone,
And now I’m alone,
As I never liked you
Anyway.
Old Habits
As my
veins
fill
with
chip
fat
And
my
lungs
marinate
in
tar
I
wonder
if
perhaps
this
time
I’ve
taken
things
too
far
Undo
Can we go back
To a simpler time
When I was yours
And you were mine?
The Fuck You Song I Wish I’d Written
So you wanna know me now?
How I’ve been?
You can’t help someone recover
After what you did
So tell me
Am I looking better?
Have you forgot whatever it was
That you couldn’t stand about me,
about me, about me?
Because
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!
You wanna know me now?
How I’ve been
You can’t help someone recover
After all that you did
So tell me
Am I looking better?
Or have you forgot whatever it was
That you couldn’t stand about me, about me, about me?
Because
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!
Yes I do feel better, yes I do
I feel alright
(I’m better now)
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got to offer!
On and on and on and on and on and on – has no-one said?
Stay away
Stay away
I’m better, better
Yes!
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you’ve got…
‘Yes’
Copyright Bernard Butler / David McAlmont 1995
Only Joking
You’d
think it
would
take
some
effort
To
write
as
much
as
this
Well
please
don’t
think
me
arrogant
But
it’s
really
a piece
of piss
The Double Bed
It’s been so quiet
Since you left
All I hear
Is my own breath
As I lie here alone
And wait for death
Maybe
It
has
occured
to me
once
again
Now
that
I’m
left
without
a friend
Maybe
all
this
time
I’ve
misunderstood
And
it was
actually
me who
fucked
things
up
Cited
From
everyone else
At the
time
I picked
you out
To be
mine
To love,
honour
And
obey
And
I did
Until
you
Walked
away
Condensation
As the
wind
rattles
the
window
pane
I
wonder
is it
cold
where
you are?
Or are
you
now
just
over
heating
In
somebody
else’s
car?
Waxworks
You
can’t
hold a
candle
to him
She
said
You’ll
never
know
how
we felt
I wouldn’t
go near
him with
a naked
flame
He
said
For
fear
that he
would
melt
‘Outlandos d’Amour’
As my
soul
swoons
to his
song
And my
toes
tap to
his
tunes
I
remember
the
romantic
revelry
Of
those
academic
afternoons
‘Should I Stay Or Should I Go’
If
someone
told me
then
How all
this
would
end
I’d pack
a bag
and run
away
And not
even
bother
to pretend
Magnets
What
holds us
togetherIs a
deep
connectionThat
need
neverBe
in
questionBut
whether
or notIt’s
love
or hateIs very
much
stillUp
for
debate
Growing Pains
Having to
grow up
happens
Whether
you care
for it
or not
And
I do
not
fucking
like it
I do
not
like it
one jot!
Another Repeat Prescription
If
all
your
pills
Don’t
cure
my
ills
Then
why
bother
to
collect
them
If
it’s
a waste
of time
Both
yours
and
mine
Then
perhaps
I should
reject
them
© Me
In
order
to keep
what is
rightfully
mine
There’s
no other
choice
but to
retire
online
Random #31
‘I’ll move to Paris
Shoot some heroin
And fuck with the stars….’
Digging For Gold
Kindness
lives
within
you
He
said
Of
that
I am
the
judge
Then
by all
means
try to
find it
She
said
Beneath
the
fucking
sludge
‘Why Can’t I Be You’
Why is it
That blind eyes see
So much more
In you than me
Too Late
You
only
want
me
now
Because
he
says
he
does
Well
you
had
your
chance
But
you
rebuffed
my
advance
So go
jump
in front
of a
bus
The Silver Medal
This
was
hardly
a fair
fight
And
we
both
know
who
rightfully
won
Yet
I’ll
step
graciously
aside
for
you
As
one
day
the
truth
will
come
Slippers
I
miss
youWhen
my
feet
are
coldAnd
how
youWould
always
warm
them
soXxx
The(ir) Split
It’s
not
about
what
she
didOr
what
he did
either
to be
fairIt’s
about
how
it has
made
me feelFor
the
rest
I could
not
care
Bad News
The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself
Fuck Buddies
I
won’t
always
be
here,
you
knowFor
when
you
feel
the
need
to
askNot
while
there
are
more
dicks
to
blowAnd
other
glows
in
which
to
bask
Resurrection
If I
were
to see
you
againI
wouldn’t
know
where
to startSo
perhaps
it’s
bestI lay
here
to
restAnd
nurse
my
broken
heart
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