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)