I found a bird on the floor that was covered in blood,
It's feathers littered the carpet, it had given up. 
Sometimes I like to roll around on the ground,
So desperate for your attention won't you look at me now?

I broke the skin of my teeth, 
On the steps to the church,
I put my hands in the air,
You [bad word] my knuckles to dust.

We have no redeeming features,
Just a desperate streak,
To get along with the strong,
And be obsessed by the weak.

Whoah-oh whoah-oh

People in love make me feel yuck (x4)