Broken Food

Are you going to say "hi" to me?
What a waste of sympathy
I´m stuck in my stupid misery
A self-centered son of a bitch...

You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday
Now it shifts from grey to grey
I´m an arm short, but that´s ok
My head seems to be the problem

You can´t bring me down; I´m already there
There´s nothing you can say; I no longer care
I´m sorry, but you can´t harm me with that attitude
I was raised on broken food...

Is there anything I can do for you?
Ease your conscience for a minute or two?
You can try ´til your face turns blue
With this self-centered son of a bitch

You can´t bring me down; I´m already there
There´s nothing you can say; I no longer care
I´m sorry, but you can´t harm me with that attitude
I´ve been raised on Are you going to say "hi" to me?
What a waste of sympathy
I´m stuck in my stupid misery
A self-centered son of a bitch...

You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday
Now it shifts from grey to grey
I´m an arm short, but that´s ok
My head seems to be the problem

You can´t bring me down; I´m already there
There´s nothing you can say; I no longer care
I´m sorry, but you can´t harm me with that attitude
I was raised on broken food...

Is there anything I can do for you?
Ease your conscience for a minute or two?
You can try ´til your face turns blue
With this self-centered son of a bitch

You can´t bring me down; I´m already there
There´s nothing you can say; I no longer care
I´m sorry, but you can´t harm me with that attitude
I´ve been raised on broken food

Are you going to say "hi" to me?
You know I´d really like that
What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see...
I would really, really like that

Are you going to say "hi" to me?
You know I´d really like that
What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see...
I would really, really like that