My frustration with self-absorbed chronic complainers. Recited with an Irish dialect
When you're lonely and blue
Mixed up and confused
When you're feelin the misery and pain
Grab a carpenters screw
And hammer it through
Your thick skull till it reaches your brain
Then give it a turn
and maybe one more
just till you come to your senses
And realize that life
Don't evolve around you
Its not all houses with white picket fences
Lifes what you make
Its not always a hoot
and if you can't break free of the past
Go grab a shotgun
Swallow it deep
Then pull the damn trigger and blast
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