A Song for People Who Hate Themselves

I took one step before the other
I was looking to avoid this and that
The city was washed with pity
The centre city, shitty
I took mass pity
The neon smashed
The car crashed
I laughed; «Bring me the head of Susan Boyle!»
Nice house
Nice wife
Nice life
Now what?
Now what?
Nice car
Nice mars bar
Nice star
Now what?
Now what?
Now what?
I bought a second hand car
For the price of a mars bar
We are dogs
We are walking on water
We are dogs
We slide this way
We slide that way
You will never comprehend
And this will never end
Pre-end
Comprehend
Pretend
Fuck off