What I am bequeath is above reproach
And beneath despair
Half my copybook used up and not enough to talk about
When I`m not there
Strip the paint
Drain the oil
Let me boil
I get so angry I just can`t lose
Then I get too tired to be tired of you as well
And I don`t have the strength to say no to you
So save yourself
Strip the paint
Drain the oil
Let me boil
I do my best
I do nothing at all