Self immolation is a hard crutch to lean on when you're waiting for pity to put out the flames
(My wife and daughters say)
Stinking of petrol match lit over my head I stared at myself in the puddle I made
(A good and decent man)
Your good manners don't make you a good boy
Every dog slips off the leash at some point
Other people have their own problems
I'm not responsible to solve them
Self-love's a bitter pill to swallow
I know I can, I know that I can
Do better be better Do better be better
Do better be better Do better be better
Do better be better Do better be better
Do better be better
Now I cannot fuck right cause I've been administered;
A creature of habit a product of shame
(If you speak just one word)
Confession for pleasure the world is my minister
Lay it bear on the alter I treasure the pain
(I swear to God I will)
Your good manners don't make you a good boy
Every dog slips off the leash at some point
Other people have their own problems
I'm not responsible to solve them
Self-love's a bitter pill to swallow
I know I can, I know that I can
Do better be better Do better be better
Do better be better Do better be better
Do better be better Do better be better
Do better be better