I am angry I am I'll and I'm as ugly as sin 

My irritability keeps me alive and kicking 

I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit 

I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it 



This is a song from under the floorboards 

This is a song from where the wall is cracked 

By force of habit, I am an insect 

I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact 



I know the highest and the best 

I accord them all due respect 

But the brightest jewel inside of me 

Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity 



This is a song from under the floorboards 

This is a song from where the wall is cracked 

By force of habit, I am an insect 

I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact 



I used to make phantoms I could later chase 

Images of all that could be desired 

Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings 

And then I just got tired 



This is a song from under the floorboards 

This is a song from where the wall is cracked 

By force of habit, I am an insect 

I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact