well isn't that something! You're pissing on me!   Not wholly unique, but disconcerting at least –   You're cracking that crust over the littlest thing –   and hanging a flaunce over my blood and my brains, well you      know I don't ask when you're tying up my hands and showing me the sea      please      and then I'm just leaving and then I'm just losing all these pieces of me   it takes me hours to get my head around things I don't give a good god damn about   not that anyone's listening, alright      And if it ain't one thing, you're kissing on me - though I feel you use tongue, well, disproportionately   you're copping that feel you feel your station receives   and modify me till even my spirit believes      you're thinking cause I sing you know I won't scream I’ll sit quiet as cotton to your silly regime   say nothing to no-one re: nefarious scheme   and I’ve got to agree   don't inconvenience me