Mr. Carbohydrate

They call me Mr. Carbohydrate

It's the only thing I can digest

Then I focus a general disinterest

Must catch up with all this stuffThey call me a boring fuckhead

Say I might as well work in a bank

I tell them I wish I was

They tell me that I'm sick in the head

They say that I'm sick in the headThey call me Mr. Carbohydrate

They call me Mr. Inadequate

They call me Mr. Paranoia

They call me Mr. HypochondriaHave you heard of Matthew Maynard

He's my favorate cricketer

I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar

Than pick up my guitarPeople tell me I should get out more

But the TV is my best friend

Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane

Only thing that keeps me saneThey call me Mr. Carbohydrate

They call me Mr. Inadequate

They call me Mr. Paranoia

They call me Mr. HypochondriaSometimes I just give in to it

And think about the day

When I can retire

Forget everything

I'll forgive everythingForget everything

Forever, but not today

When I cannot, cannot see

No more yesterdays

No more yesterdays

Songwriters

BRADFIELD/JONES/MOOREPublished by

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