You make it sound like the good Lord... created you
He overestimated himself... or deceived himself
If you're anything like him... it's heartbreaking
He must be ugly... outside... inside.
It's not clear in your head, it's not... tidy
There's as much hate... as friendship
As for love, it's rare... not often
You're sentimentally handicapped
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I don't trust human beings
It's not from today, it goes back a long way...
...A schoolyard, at recess, between kids...
We played bluecoats exterminating the Indians
I don't trust human beings
We've got nothing to show for it, but we say “Bof! I'm not to blame
If evil triumphs more easily than good”.
There are always blue coats killing Indians.
There, I've said it, I think I've said it all... tossed
My bathroom can... testify,
I'm not proud when I shave, I often see myself
Like an ugly foreigner... outside... inside.