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
This is a song from where the wall it is cracked
My force of habit I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that

I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
But the brightest jewel inside of me
Goes with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wail it is cracked
My force of habit I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that

I used to make phantoms I could later chase
Images of all that could be desired
But I got tired of counting on all of these blessings
And then I just got tired

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall it is cracked
My force of habit I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall it is cracked
My force of habit I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell about that