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The Worst

I try my best, to be the worst
I mean, to live life reversed
To start it in a hearse, and end with money in my purse at birth.

I try my best, to be the worst
You know, to be the last, but first
I give a third, but am a half, so in the end it’s not the world if it’s not down to earth.

I try my best, to be the worst
I mean, to get what I earn
I give, and take, but in the end there’s only pulled strings on a puppet that never learns, dysfunctional because one string burst.

I try my best, to be the worst
You know, to politely curse
I swear to God in the dirt I’m an angel doing the devils work on earth, scorched and scorned, it hurts to be the worst of the worst, but at least I’m the best at it.

© Martin Ångnell 2010 - 2017