A ruffled brow
A sturdy snout
I'm not much fun to be around
Refrain from you, refrain from me
Afraid of what we might could be
You turn me out, you kick at me
I never ask what you ask of me
And backing up from it all I'm ready to flee

But I have erased it
Very clear
And all of my friends have complained to me

A filthy sound
A wretched mouth
I'm not much fun to be around
I'm not afraid to be myself
I never want to let you down
You turn me out, you kick at me
I never ask what you ask of me
And backing up from it all I'm ready to flee

I have erased it
Very clear
And all of my friends have complained to me
Yeah, I have erased it
Very clear
And all of my friends have complained to me

Da da da da
Complain, complain, complain to me
Complain, complain, complain to me
Complain, complain, complain to me