A Song from Under the Floorboards

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 it

This is a song from under the floorboards

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

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 about that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

I 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 stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

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 about that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Used 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 tired

This is a song from under the floorboards

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

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 about that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

This is a song from under the floorboards

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

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 about that

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(Habit)

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

(Habit)