Mister Malcontent

Johnny stumbles, Johnny falls
Under slogans off the wall
He sees where's the sens
Says, call me Mister Malcontent

A waste of space and alcohol
Drinking rain and eating soil
And slogans off the wall
Cannot express him at all

Cut off my nose to spite my face
And I will not more longer wait
Or should I laugh or should I cry
Or should I part my hair behind?

Waste of space, alcohol
Drinking rain, eating soil
And slogans off the wall
Cannot express himself at all

Cut off my nose to spite my face
Sell my soul to out my grace
Or should I laugh or should I cry
As I become all I despise?

He says
My beautiful launderette
My beautiful accent
My beautiful launderette
My beautiful accent