The Curse

[Verse] Best laid plans all foiled by cowards Show me a spider diagram of all my flaws, in your best handwriting [Chorus] We're all just marking time I'm having such a wonderful time I'm taking life a day at a time, a week at a time, a month at a time, a year at a time Give me a child until he's nine Show him the foulness that's inside I'm nothing but an ulcerous sore But joke's on you, 'cause I look good and I'm fine [Verse] Imagined futures that never will transpire, but never leave your brain Cursed - your sons will all grow up to be inconsiderate lovers, inconsiderate lovers [Chorus] I guess this is contentment, I guess this is contentment I guess I'll get used to this, I guess I'll get used to this We're all just marking time I'm having such a wonderful time I'm taking life a day at a time, a week at a time, a month at a time, a year at a time I guess this is contentment, I guess this is contentment I guess I'll get used to this, I guess I'll get used to this Give me a child until he's nine Show him the foulness that's inside I'm nothing but an ulcerous sore But joke's on you, 'cause I look good and I'm fine I guess this is contentment, I guess this is contentment I guess I'll get used to this, I guess I'll get used to this