In my life why do I smile at people I'd rather kick in the eye?
It's so tedious that everyone must be defined.
This position I've held ... it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.
Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform...and so you think you can be rude to me.
Sometimes I wish I was just a simple drunkard.
To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.