I am angry I am I'll and I'm as ugly as sin My irritability keeps me alive and kicking I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wall is cracked By force of habit, I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact I know the highest and the best I accord them all due respect But the brightest jewel inside of me Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wall is cracked By force of habit, I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact I used to make phantoms I could later chase Images of all that could be desired Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings And then I just got tired This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wall is cracked By force of habit, I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact