Spare me your sarcasm
I'm not the victim here
I'm not the one facing eternal boredom
I am not your flower
I am not the addict
And I'm not the one fading in a
green-coloured office

So hell yeah, I'm a little bit up-tight
about your ugly habit to plant anger
in my mouth

Yeah, uh-hu.

Spare me your answers cause
I'm not competing
I'm not the one facing those adultery charges
I am not your wife
but I am not your punching bag
I'm not the one faking my own fucking laughter

So hell yeah, I'm a little bit up-tight
about your ugly habit to plant anger in my mouth

Yeah, uh-hu.

Truth from your lips is like snow on Christmas
These days it just melts or stays away
I could easily believe the things you say
You're such an actor
but you're playing far too well
and your grammar's always wrong

Yeah. Uh-hu
Yeah. Uh-hu