Humana Second Hand

I'm just ugly Grinning, me Going on Feed the pets Watch the news That window pane Over yonder Spit of pain Once again the happy pills Ain't doing shit So what becomes of me? What becomes of me? So what becomes of me? What becomes of me? Though I canter through the valley of snakes I feel nothing, but the VAT and the tax I am bored, of the seeds, creature of Home alone Not the film But I'm lost So what becomes of me? What becomes of me? So what becomes of me? What becomes of me? No-one must know, some strength, from deep within We can't stop, flung from far, penetrate the winds Carry on, stay calm, snort the line Grab your partner, grab your children, stay alive So what becomes of me? What becomes of me? So what becomes of me? What becomes of me? me, me, me Me, me (me, me) Me, me (me, me) (Me, me) (Me, me) (Me, me) (Me, me) (Me, me) (Me, me) (Me, me)