I tried to treat her to a spotless soul
but found someone had painted it black
She laughed at my face and called me a fool
then quite casually threw it right back
A thousand punches a thousand rolls
would prove them bastards right
A million crippled dreams now crushed
and shattered left and right
It’s a less than perfect world
from what I’ve seen
It’s a less than perfect world
this worn down scene

I twist and I turn as I’m tumbling down
onto the fractured remains of my past
slamming onto the repulsive mess
that was me when I was less of a mess
A thousand punches a thousand rolls
would prove them bastards right
A million crippled dreams now crushed
and shattered left and right
It’s a less than perfect world
from what I’ve seen
It’s a less than perfect world
this worn down scene

I was so sure we were different
I was so certain of us
We were so not like the others
You were so having me on

Time 7m24s
Tempo ??? bpm
Words Mårten Kellerman
Music Mårten Kellerman
Production Remixed by Statemachine at Jennifer’s, Stockholm.
Publishing © 2002 Warner/Chappell & Subspace Communications. All rights reserved. Lyrics electronically reprinted with permission.