Can't You Hear My Heart Beat - Billy Preston

Hope you don’t think I’m rude

Fuck You

Hope you don’t think I’m precious

Fuck You

Hope you see I’m well adjusted:

I can’t stand the sight of you

I don’t wanna be starting something

I don’t want to antagonise

All I said was something simple:

I can’t stand the sight of you

I can’t stand the sight of you

Don’t believe, don’t believe the words

I don’t believe all the things I’ve heard about you

I will be saying this in your defense:

I’d rather eat a fridge full of arses than know you

And I’ve tried with all my might to see past

All your failings but I’ve failed to give a fuck

You’re a fuck-up, you’re a joke

You’re a clown, take your pants down

Get fucked you fucking fuckwit

You can’t move into my house

With a range of ethics that are quite perverse

You’re sitting in the centre of your own universe

Not content to sit upon the fence, you’ll fall

Either way ignoring common sense

I look into your eyes and seen a haze

Your twisted sensibilities is your little saving grace

I believe, I believe the words, of your

Best friend when he likened you to a steaming turd

And when he said he wished that you were dead

It was the most intelligent thing that anyone’s ever said

And I’ve tried with all my might to see past

All your failings but I failed to give a fuck

---chorus ad nauseum---