I"m living on from one pill to another,
And only music makes me feel alive,
You want to kill me; darling, please, don"t bother,
It"s not my game, it"s only giving me some drive.

And you can freely call me nasty, beastly,
And you can shout at me from morning and till night,
I"d only laugh at you and go away with whistling,
Cuz all I do, I do so bloody wrongly right.

It gives me pleasure - seeing you in ire,
With you attempts to keep a civil tongue;
You hate me; meanwhile secretly admire,
That I am brave enough to go on rightly wrong.