I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin
My irritability 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 see itThis is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that factI know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
But the brightest jewel inside of me
Glows with pleasure at my own stupidityThis is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that factUsed to make phantoms I could later chase
Images of all that could be desired
Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
And then I just got tiredThis is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that factThis is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact
Songwriters
BARRY ADAMSON, HOWARD DEVOTO, JOHN E DOYLE, JOHN MC GEOGH, DAVID TOMLINSONPublished by
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