I'm a little teapot short and stout
Smash me apart and [bad word] spill me out
I'm a piece of [bad word] 
I'm a [bad word] mess
I'm the little wounded bird
That fell out of the nest

I, I've been busy tearing out
My [bad word] mind
Don't want to kill myself
Want to rip out my [bad word] eyes

To all the noised that live here
And the insects in my brain
To all the TV cameras
And the innocence they blame
To the [bad word] cults
To the pop star teens
To the crooked politicians
And the ones who believe
I've been busy tearing out 
My [bad word] mind
Don't want to hang myself
Want to rip out my [bad word] eyes

No other [bad word] gonna
Take me down now
When I am perfectly capable of 
Destroying myself

Don't you [bad word] look at me
Your pity driven stare
I'm [bad word] flesh and blood
I'm just a man without a care
Theres nothing to see here
So pass the [bad word] on by
You're so obsesses with money
But you cant take it when you die
Cuz in the end we're all the same
You're nothing better than me
We all get thrown into a hole
Six feet deep

My eyes are sore
From all this [bad word] I cant ignore
I fear I'm losing my vision
Don't let me hurt myself anymore
Cuz when I am gone 
The world is dead
I am God
And you are [bad word]