Trepalium Usual Crap Lyrics

Too small, too fat, too shy
Too small; too skinny, too blind
Too twat, too creepy, too “has-been”
To cast myself astray
Too fake, too sly, too boastful
To be right
Too cocky, too dumb, too hateful
To tell me what I do

Tomorrow will be better But it keeps going on
Give me you’re usual crap And life goes on
So that you can live on it
You call yourself a friend
While you keep beating on The sadness that fuels my hands

Too drunk, too f*cked, to write
Too chicken shit, too frightened, too much
f*ck you

You don’t know who I am
Neither where I come from
So shut up motherf*cker
And find someone else to blame
I’m offering you barbwire
And light yourself on fire
Now if I break you’re legs
Will you get on you’re knees and beg?