I am angry 
I am I'll and 
I'm as ugly as sin 
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking 
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit 
I know beauty and 
I know a good thing when 
I see it This is a song from under the floorboards 
This is a song from where the wall is cracked 
By force of habit, 
I am an insect 
I have to confess 
I'm proud as hell of that fact 
I know the highest and the best 
I accord them all due respect 
But the brightest jewel inside of me 
Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity 
This is a song from under the floorboards 
This is a song from where the wall is cracked 
By force of habit, 
I am an insect 
I have to confess 
I'm proud as hell of that fact 
I used to make phantoms 
I could later chase 
Images of all that could be desired 
Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings 
And then I just got tired 
This is a song from under the floorboards 
This is a song from where the wall is cracked 
By force of habit, 
I am an insect 
I have to confess 
I'm proud as hell of that fact