Are you going to say "hi" to me?
What a waste of sympathy
Iīm stuck in my stupid misery
A self-centered son of a bitch...

You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday
Now it shifts from grey to grey
Iīm an arm short, but thatīs ok
My head seems to be the problem

You canīt bring me down; Iīm already there
Thereīs nothing you can say; I no longer care
Iīm sorry, but you canīt harm me with that attitude
I was raised on broken food...

Is there anything I can do for you?
Ease your conscience for a minute or two?
You can try ītil your face turns blue
With this self-centered son of a bitch

You canīt bring me down; Iīm already there
Thereīs nothing you can say; I no longer care
Iīm sorry, but you canīt harm me with that attitude
Iīve been raised on broken food

Are you going to say "hi" to me?
You know Iīd really like that
What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see...
I would really, really like that