It’s midnight and I’ve got to go to bed
But I’ve got this aching in my head
And no one seems to want to come and talk to me
Because I am the arsehole, probably
So
I’ll just sit and think about this instrument
That Dirty Dave gave to me, what a gent
But it wasn’t for nothing, no, it was for my birthday
And I think that he’d been meaning to give it to me for a little while anyway
Yeah I think that he’d been meaning
To give it to me for a little while anyway
And I am the arsehole, by the way
You see it more clearly than the others
Even my sisters and my brother
They know me much better than you do
I just never fucked them around like I fucked around with you
I’m the
Arsehole, but so are you
You’re the arsehole, don’t you know it?
Getting shit written about you as if this arsehole thinks that he’s some kind of poet
He may think it, but you would never know it
Because you’re the arsehole
But you’re too bloody scared to show it
Harder than the road side, a vehicle at night time
Arsehole keep coming and arseholes keep going
Seamstress so lovely, I know that you’re sewing
Something you haven’t made yet for and arsehole that you haven’t met
Yet
Now it’s 3am and I’ve really got to get to bed
But I’ve got this aching in my heart and head
And no one seems to want to come and talk to me
Because I am the aresehole, it’s plain to see
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