The World Is Not Made of Flowers - Stephin Merritt

Though I will be your judge and jury

Crushing your skull won’t quell my fury

The world is not made of flowers, is it?

Neither am I

If you smell a bullet

Passing through your nose

Red as a rose

Let it be mine

The world is not made of music, is it?

Neither am I

If you hear an arrow

Passing through your ear

And out your rear

Let it be mine

The world is not made of sunlight, is it?

Neither am I

If you see a dagger

Passing through your eye

And then you die

Let it be mine

And while my anger still increases

I’ll piss on all your little pieces