Martha Wainwright ~ bloody mother f**king *sshole (lyrics)

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore

And I'm young & I'm strong

But I feel old & tired

Overfired



And I've been poked & 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