Dirty Imbecile
The Happy Fits
If I’m so smart and I’m so pretty
Damn this town and damn this city
You never give me anything that I want
No one seems to really care
They're just wholly unaware
Of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn
But you won’t understand
All the things that I am
Cause' I’m crazy in just too many ways
But I get that little feel
When my heart starts beating; lungs stop breathing;
All my fibers say to run away
Count my little scars; I’ve got dozens down inside
I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile
All these things I’ve tried, boy: Be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere
Love my mum and love my daddy
Sure they messed me up but that is
Voices that they left inside of my head
Darling, dearest, don’t you see
I’m tough, I’m smart, I’m bourgeoisie?
And I’ll play out this lie until we’re all dead
But you won’t understand
All the things that I am
Cause' I’m crazy in just too many ways
But I get that little feel
When my heart starts beating; lungs stop breathing;
All my fibers say to run away
Count my little scars; I’ve got dozens down inside
I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile
All these things I’ve tried, boy: Be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere
Am I good? Is all I could enough for you?
I’m so scared of when and where I’ll find the truth
Am I good? Is all I could enough for you?
(Count my little scars; I’ve got dozens down inside
I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile)
I’m so scared of when and where I’ll find the truth
(All these things I’ve tried, boy: Be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere)
(Am I good? Is all I could enough for you?)
Count my little scars; I’ve got dozens down inside
I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile
(I’m so scared of when and where I’ll find the truth)
All these things I’ve tried, boy: Be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere
(Am I good? Is all I could enough for you?)
Count my little scars; I’ve got dozens down inside
I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile
(I’m so scared of when and where I’ll find the truth)
All these things I’ve tried, boy: Be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young
So don’t tell me what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere
(Oh, ooh)
Oh
Oh, oh
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, I am—)
Oh
Oh, oh
