A Song From Under The Floorboards Lyrics - Play - Magazine

I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin 

My irritability 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 see it 

This is a song from under the floorboards 

This is a song from where the wall is cracked 

My force of habit, I am an insect 

I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact 

I know the highest and the best 

I accord them all due respect 

But the brightest jewel inside of me 

Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity 

This is a song from under the floorboards 

This is a song from where the wall is cracked 

My force of habit, I am an insect 

I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact 

Used to make phantoms I could later chase 

Images of all that could be desired 

Then I got tired of counting all of these blessings 

And then I just got tired 

This is a song from under the floorboards 

This is a song from where the wall is cracked 

My force of habit, I am an insect 

I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact 

This is a song from under the floorboards 

This is a song from where the wall is cracked 

My force of habit, I am an insect 

I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact