The nickel dropped 
When I was on 
My way beyond  [bad word] 
What did I do 

And of the games that I can handle 
None are ones worth the candle 
What should I do 

I'm a frightened, fickle person 
Fighting, cryin', kickin', cursin' 
What can I do 

Oooh, after all the folderol 
And hauling over coals stops 
What will I do 

Can't take a good day without a bad one 
Don't feel just to smile until I've had one 
Where did I learn 

I make a fuss about a little thing 
The rhyme is losing to the riddling 
Where's the turn 

I don't want a home  [bad word] that 
Home is where my habits have a habitat 
Why give it a turn 

Oooh, after all the folderol 
And hauling over coals stops 
What did I learn 

I am likely to miss the main event 
If I stop to cry [bad word] again 
So I will keep a deliberate pace 
Let the damned breeze dry my face 

Ooooh mister wait until you see 
What I'm gonna be 

I've got a plan, a demand and it just began 
And if you're right, you'll agree 
 [bad word] a better version of me 
Here [bad word]  a better version of me 
Here [bad word]  a better version of me