yesterday i got my head blown
in a brussels bar.
the conversation was a no go
because i went to far.
i’d done heavy thinking,
as i fell off the stairs
about my dented ego
in need of big repairs.

men of repression,
leave me alone.
you got me fed up with the sessions
a long time ago.

you should have been here this morning
you should have touched my face
and realise i’m a person
that doesn’t fit your taste.
i am not a loser,
i just do what i do,
so if you give me a bad feeling
i pass it back to you.

men of repression,
leave me alone.
you got me fed up with the sessions
a long time ago.