Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore   And I'm young and I'm strong   But I feel old and tired   Over fired      And I've been poked and 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 motherfucking asshole   Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole   Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole   Oh, you bloody motherfucking 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