Spare me your sarcasm   I'm not the victim here   I'm not the one facing eternal boredom   I am not your flower   I am not the addict   And I'm not the one fading in a   green-coloured office      So hell yeah, I'm a little bit up-tight   about your ugly habit to plant anger   in my mouth      Yeah, uh-hu.      Spare me your answers cause   I'm not competing   I'm not the one facing those adultery charges   I am not your wife   but I am not your punching bag   I'm not the one faking my own fucking laughter      So hell yeah, I'm a little bit up-tight   about your ugly habit to plant anger in my mouth      Yeah, uh-hu.      Truth from your lips is like snow on Christmas   These days it just melts or stays away   I could easily believe the things you say   You're such an actor   but you're playing far too well   and your grammar's always wrong      Yeah. Uh-hu   Yeah. Uh-hu