Loser Creep

 

after Beck & Radiohead

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey

You’re just like an angel

You float like a feather

And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite

 

In a beautiful world

With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables

I want you to notice

So shave your face with some mace in the dark

 

Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain

Couldn’t look you in the eye

I don’t care if it hurts

 

Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare

Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate

 

Your skin makes me cry

I wish I was special

 

But I’m a creep

I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

 

 

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Richard Skinner
Picture Rupert Loydell

 

 

 

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