Lyrics Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole - Your Smith
Poetry
has
no
place
for
a
heart
that's
a
whore
And
I'm
young
and
I'm
strong
But
I
feel
old
and
tired
Overfired
And
I've
been
poked
and
stoked
It's
all
smoke,
there's
no
more
fire
Only
desire
For
you,
whoever
you
are
For
you,
whoever
you
are
You
say
my
time
here
has
been
some
sort
of
joke
That
I've
been
messing
around
Some
sort
of
incubating
period
For
when
I
really
come
around
I'm
cracking
up
And
you
have
no
idea
No
idea
how
it
feels
to
be
on
your
own
In
your
own
home
With
the
fucking
phone
And
the
mother
of
gloom
In
your
bedroom
Standing
over
your
head
With
her
hand
in
your
head
With
her
hand
in
your
head
I
will
not
pretend
I
will
not
put
on
a
smile
I
will
not
say
I'm
all
right
for
you
When
all
I
wanted
was
to
be
good
To
do
everything
in
truth
To
do
everything
in
truth
Oh
I
wish
I
wish
I
wish
I
was
born
a
man
So
I
could
learn
how
to
stand
up
for
myself
Like
those
guys
with
guitars
I've
been
watching
in
bars
Who've
been
stamping
their
feet
to
a
different
beat
To
a
different
beat
To
a
different
beat
I
will
not
pretend
I
will
not
put
on
a
smile
I
will
not
say
I'm
all
right
for
you
When
all
I
wanted
was
to
be
good
To
do
everything
in
truth
To
do
everything
in
truth
You
bloody
mother
fucking
asshole
Oh
you
bloody
mother
fucking
asshole
Oh
you
bloody
mother
fucking
asshole
Oh
you
bloody
mother
fucking
asshole
Oh
you
bloody
mother
fucking
asshole
Oh
you
bloody...
I
will
not
pretend
I
will
not
put
on
a
smile
I
will
not
say
I'm
all
right
for
you
For
you,
whoever
you
are
For
you,
whoever
you
are
For
you,
whoever
you
are
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