YOUR GOLDEN LIIIIIIIIIIEEES FEED MY ROOOOOOOOLE
IN THIS FORGOTTEN SPAAAACE RACE UNDER MYYY CONTROOOOOOL

what's your favourite off the album?

'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot