Magazine - A Song From Under The Floorboards

I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin

I don't know what 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 speak it



This is a song from under the floorboards

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked

My force of habits, I am an insect

And I must confess, I'm very proud of that



I have known the highest and I've known the best

I accord death with all its due respect

But the brightest jewel inside of me

Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity



This is a song from under the floorboards

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked

My force of habits, I am an insect

And I must confess, I'm very proud of that



I used to make phantoms, I could later chase

Images of all that could be desired

Then I got tired of counting all of these so-called blessings

And then I just got tired



This is a song from under the floorboards

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked

My force of habits, I am an insect

And I must confess, I'm very proud of that



This is a song from under the floorboards

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked

My force of habits, I am an insect

And I must confess, I'm very proud of that

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