Mawkish

You’ll say you miss him terribly

As you bleat and cry and whine

But all I’ll remember is when

You couldn’t stand to be near him then

Even half the fucking time

The Pact

How very dare

You go up there

Without taking me

Don’t you care

Can’t you see

That’s where I’m

Supposed to be

Move Over Tony Soprano

If we
went
down
to the
woods
today

There
would
be no
big
surprise

For
you
and
I know

With
just
one
blow

I’d
leave
you
bleeding
between
the eyes

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

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

You Know Who You Are

You
really
are
such a
prick

I don’t
know
how you
can show
face

That
you think
this can
be fixed
quickly

Is an
absolute
fucking
disgrace

What I Should Have Said

Get to fuck

You piece of shit

I will not stand

For any more pish

You think you’re it

But it’s just a front

You’re nothing more

Than a self serving cunt

Masterplan

The
candle
grows
dimmer

As my
patience
wears
thinner

Whilst
I wait
for the
steel
to bolt

My
temper
a simmer

As
you
think
you’re
the
winner

Yet I
plan my
peasants’
revolt

As If

What’s
that

I
hear
you
cry

Don’t
stand
at your
grave
and
weep

I
wouldn’t
piss
on it

If it
was on
fire

You
fucking
egotistical
creep

Wise Words

Keep
hold
of
those
who
love
you

And
fuck
the
ones
that
don’t

They’ll
be the
ones
who
burn
in
hell

And
you’ll
be the
one
that
won’t

Know-It-All

What
doesn’t
kill me
might
make
me
stronger

But
it
also
makes
me
sick

So
shove
your
aphorisms
up
your
arse

You
condescending
prick

The Challenge

Go
on
then

Take
your
cheap
shots

You
fucking
one
hit
wonder

We’ll
soon
see

If
it’s
you
or
me

That
ends
up
six
feet
under

(Never) Ending Hostilities

Whoever
told
me to
forgive
you was
wrong

There’s
no way
we can
ever
get
along

For
you
are
just a
loathsome
swine

Who’s
not worth
another
second
of my
time

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