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Selfish Bastard

by fayroberts 

Posted: 17 October 2006
Word Count: 347
Summary: originally written as a song (it has a tune and everything) - and it's not necessarily about what you think it's about...


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This piece and/or subsequent comments may contain strong language.


You think that youíre the only one who feels extreme,
And no-one else around you ever needs to scream.
I may not have your public badge of potent pain
But... never mind, youíve closed your fucking eyes again.

Youíre a selfish bastard, youíre a fucking thief,
Coz you never let me have my fucking grief.
I put up with crying, I put up with lies,
Maybe one day youíll see through your own disguise.


You pout at every kindly soul who looks your way,
But when they share their problems you just turn away.
You say that pain has worn away your sympathy,
But I just have to wonder if you really see...

That youíre a selfish bastard, youíre a fucking thief,
Coz you never let me have my fucking grief.
I've put up with crying, I've put up with lies,
Maybe one day youíll see through your own disguise.


I think youíve built a wall that circles round your head,
And live inside with other things that are long dead.
I used to try to see things from your point of view,
But now Iíve got to ask just who the Hell are you?

Youíre a selfish bastard, youíre a fucking thief,
Coz you never let me have my fucking grief.
Iíve put up with crying, Iíve put up with lies,
I hope one day youíll see through your own disguise.


So Iíve resolved to tell you that I canít go on Ė
I cannot bear to listen to that fucking song
Of how your painís so real because it makes you bleed.
You cut yourself, you stupid bastard, now take heed:

Youíre a selfish fucker, youíre a stupid cunt,
Coz youíve gone and got yourself all back-to-front.
And I pity you because Ė letís get this straight Ė
Every day youíre locked in with the one you hate.

Youíre a selfish bastard, youíre a fucking thief,
Coz you never let me have my fucking grief.
I put up with crying, I put up with lies,
I hope one day youíll see through your own disguise.






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Cholero at 19:12 on 18 October 2006  Report this post
Faith

Wunnerful.

Tight, taught, relentless, funny, sad and sharp as lime juice squeezed onto those cuts.

Great grip on rhythm, oh yes. Great penultimate verse to take us out and then back home with the last.

If it's set to music would love to hear it.


Pete


fayroberts at 15:54 on 19 October 2006  Report this post
Thanks, Pete!

I'll try to find you a link to the tune (well, of the chorus, anyway) that I put up once... somewhere...

Dammit, I've not posted a piece yet that doesn't have a warning about language on it! Bad show...


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