Contradictory Songtext

The way I look is what makes you shy
yet one of your friends has the hairdo from Hell.
He has it shaved to look like the globe
with an army jacket to match his odd look.
Looking at you with the way you look,
you are in no position to insult me.
You have worn black pumps, white jeans and a
glaringly red shirt with big white polka dots.
One time I saw you as my little sister
but you ignore me like a blister.
Your lying ability is a disease
that dulls any vital memories.

Trying so hard to be clever
without being relevant.
Trying so hard to be random
with obvious contrivance.

You're a nasty, messy, tacky liar. You're a smelly, filthy, stinky liar.
You're a dingy, scummy, dirty liar.
You're a smutty, grubby, squally liar.

You want to be a court judge and a lawyer,
you won't even learn to tell the truth.
You want to be a rape victim counselor
yet one of your friends is a rapist.
I'm kind and I've done many nice things for you.
You repay me by being aloof.
You refuse to engage me in conversation but
you'd engage the attempted rapist.
I think of all the great things I did for you
but your memory is the fadest.
Your persistence in public mockery of me
is what makes you an utter sadist.

Trying hard to be controversial
without the real nonchalance.
Trying hard to be nonchalant
without the non-egotism.

You're a mucky, icky, yucky liar.
You're a scurvy, cheesy, shabby liar.

You're a bitchy, shitty, titchy liar.

Loser, schemer, liar. Manipulator.
Loser, schemer, liar. Manipulator.
Loser, schemer, liar. Manipulator.
Loser, schemer, liar. Manipulator.

A repulsive liar. A despicable liar.
A repugnant liar. A disdainful liar.

A reptilian liar. A detestable liar.
A repellent liar. A disgraceful liar.

A reproachful liar. A deplorable liar.

You slur others for superiority
to mask your inferiority.
You think you're witty but you're really nitty.
If allowed, you'd flaunt a titty.
You see yourself as the all-time anti-teen,
but adolescence is where you lean.
You imply you're still with your boyfriend yet your
computer profile says you're single.
It says you're looking for fit goth girls and boys,
perhaps so they can be your sex toys.
Spreading legs wide, pretending to rub your clit
is only one inch of your ill mind.

Trying so hard to be naughty
without being natural.
Trying so hard to be unique
but falling into some cliche clique.

You're a cursing, rotten, cheating liar.
You're a witchy, snitchy, twitchy liar.

You're a scabrous, vile, sordid liar.

You discordant liar!

You defrauding, discarding, distrusting liar.
You depriving, dispraising, distressing liar.
You disliking, disjoining, derailing liar.
You disclaiming, denouncing, disowning liar.

You dislodging, disproving, distorting liar.
You dismissive, disgruntled liar.
You derisive, derogative liar.

You damning liar!

Everything you do or say
is a publicity stunt.
You better be careful. You
may have victims on the hunt.

You're a cunt. A filthy little fucking cunt.
You're a cunt. A filthy little fucking cunt.
You're a cunt. A filthy little fucking cunt.
You're a cunt. A filthy little fucking cunt.

You're a cunning liar. Liar.
You're a spiteful liar. Liar.
You're a cumming liar. Liar.
You're a sinful liar. Liar.

You say you prefer being indoors with friends
yet you're of a wild social breed.
Trying hard to be not like most other teens
is what makes you a typical teen.
You think heavy sarcasm makes you a sage
but that and high heels show your age.
You think swearing and smoking makes you grown up
but you look and sound like a small pup.
You think because you've had sex at a young age
that your status as an adult is legit.
Your maiden name resembles the word midget.
No wonder you got picked on at school.

To prove you're an adult you indulge in the four S's
Swearing, smoking, sarcasm and sex.
These will fill your debauched mind and body with diseases,
your death will be your only apex.

From grammar school princess
to crude whorish teen,
to watch the transition
must have been obscene.

You're wanting to be a barrister
in criminal and family law,
but your family life and morals
are really unbelievably poor.

Trying so hard to be different
without being genuine.
Trying so hard to be sexy
but ending up as sleazy.

A disgusting liar. A conniving liar. A cunt-filled liar.
An appalling liar. An atrocious liar. A sickening liar.

Disowning family, only see your best
friend and boyfriend as true family.
Acting nice, being sweet, staying kind is not
in your best interests and speciality.

You shitting, pissing, spitting liar.
You shagging, slapping, slagging liar.

You're a liar, you're a witch.
I hate you.
You're so dire, you're a bitch.
I want to annihilate you.

You think having an older partner
makes you mature.
Having partners for that reason
makes them an age denture.

A rancouring liar. A demonic liar.
A rescinding liar. A derivative liar.
A rebuking liar. A deficient liar.
A rebutting liar. A deviant liar.

Disreputable. Diabolical.
Disreputable. Diabolical.
Disreputable. Diabolical
Disreputable. Diabolical.

A rapturous liar. A demented liar.
A riddling liar. A defective liar.
A resenting liar. A deflective liar.
A retorting liar. A devilish liar.

A ravaging liar. A savaging liar.

You think being benevolent makes you look like a kid
but by being irreverent you will soon hit the skid.
You are coming close to being very malevolent
but of course you would find this totally irrelevant.
You have no reason to be late at college
with your incoherent excuses,
such as your hamster ripping your big coat
or that getting a late bus is cheap.
With your unhealthy fondness of being laid.
I'm surprised you don't have the plural AID.
You love making a face that is very smug.
For your sake, someone should pull the plug.

Biased bitch. Contradictory cunt.
Biased bitch. Contradictory cunt.
Biased bitch. Contradictory cunt.
Biased bitch. Contradictory cunt.

You let the loose Greek translation of your name
infect the chromosome of your brain.
Obsessed with being overly salacious.
Kinky tendencies are rapacious.

You sucking, wanking, fucking liar.

You screwing liar!

You're a liar. You're a cunt.
Exploiting your front.
You're a liar. You're a cunt.
You're like a bunt.
You're a liar. You're a cunt.
Laying on your front.
You're a liar. You're a cunt.
You are like a shunt.

You got...

One friend who's a ginger minge fat oaf.
Ironic how he likes the band Meat Loaf.
One friend should probably start a Trivium
tribute band, how's the name Trivial?
Best friend is immature, dorky and wears a
dodgy spotted scarf that makes one barf.
Boyfriend is a walking talking sack of weed,
then again he does take pot three times a day.
One friend who's very gay - bitches all the time.
A pomposity monstrosity.

Speaking of which, some friends just want you
for fags.
They see you as a source to get a cig.
How about your boyfriend wanting
shags?
He just sees you as holes for his twig.

Whenever I ask you people
why I can't come along,
Johnny says these things just happen
without any planning,
like as if you lot met in town,
when you live far away.
Avoiding to tell the truth like
as if you may get hurt.

You're a liar, you're a cunt.
All you do is grunt.
You're a liar, you're a cunt.
Causing so much brunt.

You're a liar, you're a cunt.
Poor man's Madonna.
You're a liar, you're a cunt.
You have no honour.

Your friend Lesley is frivolous and looks butch.
She made fun of my hair despite her short mane.
She doesn't want to meet me for false reasons,
she changes friends like the four seasons.
She says I should know about my exclusion.
She never tells me it to my face.
You, too, have dumb reasons for not meeting up.
but I see through your veil of lies.
Look into a speculum, stare at its eyes.
Observe the creature you once despised.
You don't care to think how your morals will shrink.
You're too dense to see the missing link.

You're a cunt. Cunt.
You're a cunt. Cunt.
You're a cunt. Cunt.
You're a cunt. Cunt.

You're a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Cunt.
You're a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Cunt.
You're a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Cunt.
You're a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Cunt.

Cunt, Cunt, C-C-C-Cunt.
Cunt, Cunt, C-C-C-Cunt.
You're a Cunt, Cunt, C-C-C-Cunt.
You're a Cunt, Cunt, C-C-C-Cunt.

You're a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Cunt.
You're a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Cunt.
You're a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Cunt.
You're a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Cunt.

I think you're a fucking cunt.

Best friend, Kate, thinks I should be executed.
Doesn't use her Taekwondo on me.
She knows I'm aware of her hatred for me,
yet swears at my back - not to my face.
She thinks I'm lame for liking rock band Rasmus
yet one of her friends likes Phil Collins.
Lesley says she can't meet up due to distance.
That doesn't stop her from meeting you.
Offline, she denies all the bad things said.
It's clear going from what could be read.
Initials of Lesley's name should instead spell
lazy-ass cunt. Don't have to explain.

She should know why!

Her best friend Kat's a wench, she thought she was bi.
Turned out she was just in denial.
Kind of like the way you deny every lie,
not realizing I know better.
A snooty sneering lesbian thespian,
Kat's a snotty termagant hag.
Kat is a predatory hussy who is
always on the prowl for more pussy.
She is a trollop always on the gallop
for a dollop of hardcore sexing.
Her lack of morality is perplexing.

She's a witch in need of a hexing.

You're a liar. I can't admire.
You're a liar. Your death I desire.
You're a liar. Your hit man I'd hire.
You're a liar. Drown you in mire.

You're a liar. Set you on fire.

You're a cunning liar. Liar.
You're a fucking liar. Liar.
You're a cunning liar. Liar.
You're a fucking liar. Liar.

You're a cunt. An arrogant cunt.
You're a cunt. Yeah, so what? I'm blunt!
You're a cunt. Contradictory.
You're a contradictory cunt.
You're a cunt. An obnoxious cunt.
You're a cunt. Stick it in your front.
You're a cunt. Contradictory.
You're a contradictory cunt.

On the other hand, I understand.
The pain you can't withstand.
You've had tough times with no hand of help.
I keep on wishing I was there to hear your yelp.
If only I was there,
the pain we would share.
If only I was there,
for each other we would always be there.

Standing by you through the torment,
there would be no fear.
Warming your heart with sentiment,
just because I'd be here.
Part of me yearns to hold you than to scold you.
Your current friends withstanding, we could have been close mates.
We could have been close if only you chose.

I really wish things could be different.
Our lives would be more significant.
What I miss is your sweet loving tenderness.
All I see from you now is your slenderness.
I wish we could be friends so things wouldn't be this way.
But the word friendship is not what you want to say.

I don't blame you for the anguish you've suffered.
I don't curse you for the way you were smothered.
If I was there, justice cloud would have hovered.
Protecting you, they would never have bothered.

With no apologies you're willing to lend.
With no gifts we're willing to spend.
It'll be a long time before we have the best regards to send.

I hope one day you'll come through and maybe we can make amends.
Until that day comes, there are unresolved ends.

After that, we'll see if we'll ever become friends.

But still, it depends.