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