A Song From Under The Floorboards

I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin

I don't know what 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 speak it

This is a song from under the floorboards

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked

My force of habit?

I am an insect

And I must confess I'm very proud of that

I have known the highest and I've known the best

I accord death all of its due respect

But the brightest jewel inside of me

Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked

My force of habit?

I am an insect

And I must confess I'm very proud of that

I used to make phantoms I could later chase

Images of all that could be desired

Then I got tired of counting all of these so called blessings

And then I just got tired

This is a song from under the floorboards

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked

My force of habit?

I am an insect

And I must confess I'm very proud of that

This is a song from under the floorboards

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked

My force of habit?

I am an insect

And I must confess I'm very proud of that

Habit, habit, habit

Habit, habit