You're only 29, got a lot to learn But when your mummy dies, she will not return And we like noise, it's our choice, it's what we want to do We don't care about long hair, I don't wear fires See my face, not a trace, no reality Oh, I don't work, I just bleed, that's what I need I'm a lousy sort, I'm a lousy sort, I'm a lousy sort That's the way it's said I'm a lousy sort, I'm a lousy sort, I'm a lousy sort I'm so lousy, I can't even make bubbles Lousy Lousy Lousy