When the Shit Hits the Fan
I see it when I’m walking about town sometimes
and it does nothing but make me chuckle as
Deep down under this gruff, some would say
Hostile, exterior is a kind, sensitive soul that
Loves and hates and used to call his nan his
Best friend growing up. Just like everyone
Else I laugh, I cry and sometimes all in the
Space of a day, an hour, hell sometimes even
A minute. Sometimes, you gotta understand,
The inhumanity of man is just too much for one
So sensitive to take and when that kind of shit
Hits the fan all I want is to run away and do
Myself the damage… As no doubt the second I
Throw a punch I’ll burst into tears as guilt will
Fill my very soul and soon the normal me will
Return all embarrassed and apologetic and
Begging forgiveness.
and it does nothing but make me chuckle as
Deep down under this gruff, some would say
Hostile, exterior is a kind, sensitive soul that
Loves and hates and used to call his nan his
Best friend growing up. Just like everyone
Else I laugh, I cry and sometimes all in the
Space of a day, an hour, hell sometimes even
A minute. Sometimes, you gotta understand,
The inhumanity of man is just too much for one
So sensitive to take and when that kind of shit
Hits the fan all I want is to run away and do
Myself the damage… As no doubt the second I
Throw a punch I’ll burst into tears as guilt will
Fill my very soul and soon the normal me will
Return all embarrassed and apologetic and
Begging forgiveness.