Well I try damn hard
Try and please you
Perfect stranger
With a Syco attitude


Accused of a hundred ugly ways
Ask them why the question still remains
I breathe this wind that rides through lies
Endless fate your mind denies


Give you a piece of me
Down to the last drip
Try and make it right
You take a big bitchy bite


They all tell me I need a preacher
We'll I live my life and don't need a teacher
I don't care about what you gotta say
Cause I just want a perfect day


I keep dwelling on society's lines
Waiting forever doing time
Looking for the answer's who's left behind
Searching for a message, searching for a sign
Who's the culprit, who's a nice guy
Who's the victim of this scary mind
Not me, I'm free, just me
Stop your bitching fussing mother fucker….


I try damn hard, try and please you
Perfect stranger with a Syco attitude
Give you a piece of me, down to the last drop
Try and make it right
You take a big mother fucking bitching bite

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