Mister Malcontent

Johnny stumbles Johnny falls

Under slogans

Of the wall

He sees where's the sense

He says call me Mister Malcontent

A waste of space and alcohol

Drinking rain and eating soil

And slogans off the wall

Cannot express himself at all

Cut off my nose to spite my face

And I will no more longer wait

Or should I laugh or should I cry

Or should I part my hair behind?

A waste of space and alcohol

Drinking rain, eating soil

And slogans off the wall

Cannot express himself at all

Cut off my nose to spite my face

Sell my soul, sell out my race

Or should I laugh or should I cry

As I become all I despise?

He says, “My beautiful launderette

Is my beautiful escape.”

“My beautiful launderette

Is my beautiful escape.”