Spite - Vandaveer

I once knew a man who learned such a thing

Cut off his hand to spite his ring

He poisoned the well to spite the frogs

Put down his son to spite the dog

He cut out his sleep to spite his dreams

Picked all the flowers to spite the bees

He burned his bible to spite the Lord

Took a day off to lick his wounds I heard him swear

«Life is such a wretched affair

I’m gonna hold my breath to spite the air»

He drained the canal to spite the fish

Flooded the land to spite the bridge

He dug up the hills to spite the sky

Tore out his tongue to spite the lies

He cut down the trees to spite the shade

Laid her to rest to spite the life they’d made

He burned his his bible to spite the Lord

Took a day off to lick his wounds I heard him swear

«Life is such a cursed affair

I’m gonna hold my breath

No, I’m gonna stop breathing

To spite the air»