What I am bequeath is above reproach

And beneath despair

Half my copybook used up and not enough to talk about

When I'm not there



CHORUS

Strip the paint

Drain the oil

Let me boil



I get so angry I just can't lose

Then I get too tired to be tired of you as well

And I don't have the strength to say no to you

So save yourself



CHORUS



I do my best

I do nothing at all

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