A Song From Under The Floorboards
Words by Howard Devoto, Music by Magazine

I am angry, I am ill, and I'm as ugly as sin
I don't know what 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 speak it

This is a song from under the floorboards
Here is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit — I am an insect
and I must confess, I'm very proud of that

I have known the highest and I've known the best
I accord death all of its due respect
but the brightest jewel inside of me
glows with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards
Here is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit — I am an insect
and I must confess, I'm very proud of that

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 so-called "blessings"
and then I just got tired

This is a song from under the floorboards
Here is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit — I am an insect
and I must confess, I'm very proud of that

This is a song from under the floorboards
Here is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit — I am an insect
and I must confess, I'm very proud of that

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