"A Song From Under The Floorboards" lyrics

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

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

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

I used to make friends and I could lay the chase
Images of all that could be desired
Then I got tired of counting all these blessings
And then I just got tired

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

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


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