Karaoké Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole Martha Wainwright

Poetry has no place for a heart that's a whore

And I'm young and I'm strong but I feel old and tired

Overfired

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

Oh 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 but 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 alright 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 alright 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 mother fucking asshole

Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole

Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole

Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole

Oh you bloody

I will not pretend

I will not put on a smile

I will not say I'm alright for you

For you whoever you are

For you whoever you are

For you whoever you are