Well I try damn hard Try and please you Perfect stranger With a Syco attitude Accused of a hundred ugly ways Ask them why the question still remains I breathe this wind that rides through lies Endless fate your mind denies Give you a piece of me Down to the last drip Try and make it right You take a big bitchy bite They all tell me I need a preacher We'll I live my life and don't need a teacher I don't care about what you gotta say Cause I just want a perfect day I keep dwelling on society's lines Waiting forever doing time Looking for the answer's who's left behind Searching for a message, searching for a sign Who's the culprit, who's a nice guy Who's the victim of this scary mind Not me, I'm free, just me Stop your bitching fussing mother fucker…. I try damn hard, try and please you Perfect stranger with a Syco attitude Give you a piece of me, down to the last drop Try and make it right You take a big mother fucking bitching bite