Texty: Morrissey. Bona Drag. Disappointed.

Our unsleepable friend
Gets the message on an ill wind
All your friends and your foes
Would rather die than have to touch you
To say the least, I'm truly disappointed
Truly, truly, truly, oh

Drank too much
And I said too much
And there's nowhere to go but down
Young boy, I wanna help you
See these lines, truly disappointed
Truly, truly, truly, oh

Don't talk to me, no
About people who are nice
'Cause I have spent my whole life in ruins
Because of people who are nice
Oh, this world may lack style, I know
Each bud must blossom and grow, oh

Young girl, one day you will be old
But the thing is I love you now
This is the last song I will ever sing
Yeah
No, I've changed my mind again
Goodnight and thank you