Maybe the world would be better without me   I got a bad habit of fucking up   when every sunrise I see takes the piss out of me   and there's cold tea in our loving cup      I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best   I mean it's heavy, but it's not heavy rock   and now I'm feeling depressed sitting here in my vest   it's like we're born with our heads on the block      And this song is for the strugglers   it's for the cynics and the maudlin   and this song is for the poor boy   I won't be there in the morning      Oh don't give up, don't give up on us   and sure these are degenerate times   you don't have to be some kind of guru   just chuck something together as long as it rhymes   and I hope that is means something to you      And if I suck in my cheeks when I'm with you   and if I wear too much soap in my hair   pull on your kitten heel shoes   we've got dancing to do   pulling teeth from the jaws of despair      Cos this song is for the strugglers   it's for the cynics and the maudlin   this song is for the poor boy   I won't be there in the morning      And this song is for the strugglers   it's for the cynics and the maudlin   and this song is for the poor boy   I won't be there in the morning   no, I'll be asleep on an overnight bus