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

Time 4m51s
Tempo ??? bpm
Words Mårten Kellerman
Music Mårten Kellerman, Leo Josefsson, Rickard Gunnarsson
Production Produced, recorded and mixed by Statemachine and Fred Caelou at Jennifer’s and FBI Studios, Stockholm. Additional keyboards, guitars and programming by Fred Caelou.
Publishing © 2002 Warner/Chappell & Subspace Communications. All rights reserved. Lyrics electronically reprinted with permission.