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

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

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

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

Magnets

What
holds us
together

Is a
deep
connection

That
need
never

Be
in
question

But
whether
or not

It’s
love
or hate

Is very
much
still

Up
for
debate

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

The(ir) Split

It’s
not
about
what
she
did

Or
what
he did
either
to be
fair

It’s
about
how
it has
made
me feel

For
the
rest
I could
not
care

Fuck Buddies

I
won’t
always
be
here,
you
know

For
when
you
feel
the
need
to
ask

Not
while
there
are
more
dicks
to
blow

And
other
glows
in
which
to
bask

Resurrection

If I
were
to see
you
again

I
wouldn’t
know
where
to start

So
perhaps
it’s
best

I lay
here
to
rest

And
nurse
my
broken
heart