Miserable
Peter Black
I've never felt so miserable
Didn't know how hard I could cry
Irreversibly and utterly inconsolable
Wouldn't care if I upped it and died
I can take that tone and "let go of hands"
But I can't take the look in your eyes - can't take the look in your eyes
Rotting me, more scabs than skin
Just put me into the ground - put me into the ground
Whatever happened to the L , O , V and E
What's happened to poor old me
G double O D B, Y and E
Poor little shredded old me
Of course you can stayed seated if you like
My funeral's such a big bore - my funeral such a big bore
Or you could fan yourself, rather hot in here
Keep glancing at ya telephone - it's rather hot in here