There was this guy at a party who was reading from his poetry   While I was crying – It’s enough, this is no place for me   On my way out I couldn’t find my jacket   I got mad so I stole a bunch of cigarette packets      Out in the city night, I was left alone   Went to a club where this new, young band tried hard to rock ‘n’ roll   I punched the singer in the face   Said – You must be the brother to a bad poet whose girlfriend I fucked at a party an hour ago      I am evil, I am bad   I’m the biggest liar, I make people sad   Who could think that I would grow so much hate   I was never wanted, mother, now it’s too late      Early in the morning I left an after party   Feeling so happy ´cause I threw up on the arty farty fucker who’d been giving me whiskey all night   I’m a coward so I ran from the fight   Believe me or not, I ran into the poet   I asked for a cigarette though I knew that he had none left      Said – I wanna kill you   ´cause you bug me, I wanna kill you   I hate your poems, I hate your life style, I hate your arty friends, I hate your meaningless life   I wanna kill you   ´cause you bug me, I wanna kill you   I said…      I am evil, I am bad   I’m the biggest liar, I make people sad   Who could think that I would grow so much hate   I was never wanted, mother, now it’s too late