I am the first
To fake my way through this
Disabled and hurting
Exhausted as hell
I am the worst person
To count on for money
It's not very funney
How bad I smell
Chorus:
Everything sucks
And it feels real good
And it's coming soon
To your neighborhood
It's exciting and happy
And oh, how it hurts
But that doesn't matter
Because I am the first
You are the one
For whom I've been looking
You stand here before me
And through you I stare
No one is moving
No, everyone's sitting
Nobody's quitting
They're just not there
Chorus
I took on everything
It all came to me
It can't be my fault
It all came to me
Words by Andy Pease
©1996 Pickled Pollies