Bloody Hell

My life is dull

It's so contemptible

And you're so strange

There's just so much to change

But I'll keep on breathing anyway

Keep on breathing anyway

Keep on breathing anyway

My life is numb

Somewhat lesser when I bum

And I'm no good

Even if it's understood

That I'll keep on seething anyway

Keep on seething anyway

Keep on seething anyway

Who needs today

Wishing it away

You made a mess of me

My life is framed

With autobiographical acclaim

And you're so odd

You must be a messenger from god

But I'll keep on unbelieving anyway

Cause I'd rather get high on a Sunday

Keep unbelieving anyway

Way

Way