‘You Are The Filth'


I don't wish you any ill,
Sleepless nights or dependence on pills
My concern is that you should be filled
In on a few facts…is the basic drill

You you you you you you you
Are the
Filth filth filth filth filth filth filth filth

I don't mean to ruthlessly kill
Your confidence or self-esteem – and still
I'd require supernatural skill
To make you feel that your ego had been grilled

You you you you you you you
Are the
Filth filth filth filth filth filth filth filth

Call me negative…call me cynical…
But I've learned - to my steepest bill –
That any gesture of good will
Is just grist to your internecine mill

I don't wish you any ill…
Oh, who am I trying to fool?
Of course I do!
‘Cause

You you you you you you you
Are the
Filth filth filth filth filth filth filth filth.

 

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