Don't Expect Roses - Therapy?

Well, this is taking everything

Everything that I can stand

And you look like the enemy

With the answers hidden in your hands

And you can tell yourself everything is fine

But don’t be fooled by the sunshine

And don’t expect roses

Don’t expect roses

I’m thinking

Watching London sink in the Thames

I’m using all my energy

Wasted, used, re-cycled and drained

Maybe I’ll find you sympathy

Somewhere near the end of the century

But don’t expect roses

Don’t expect roses

The hooligans are loose, the hooligans are loose

The hooligans are loose, the hooligans are loose

You should pay some attention to me

I won’t stop throwing 'til everything’s broken

So don’t expect roses

Don’t expect roses

Don’t expect roses

Don’t expect roses

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

So don’t expect roses

Roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

Roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (Roses)

Don’t expect roses (If you’re looking for trouble, you can find me on the

Internet, motherfucker)