Complex Person

I'm a very very complex person

I try to improve but you see how

I worsen I'll do anything to make you adore me, or deplore me, but never ignore me

I got senses that

I cannot control

My stomach's like a bottomless hole

My desires command me like a slave

I'm a knave,

I can hardly behave [Chorus]

I'm a peacenik but

I'm going off to war,

I couldn't even tell you what

I'm really fighting for.

It seems right; at least it doesn't seem wrong

I'm a mixed-up, ******-up singer of a song [Chorus]

I refuse to keep a gun in my purse

Imagine if

I was feeling perverse

The builders and the workers when they whistle and they shout

I'd like to give them something to shout at me about [Chorus]

I'm a very very complex person

I'm a very very complex person

Anyway I got a plan to give it all away

I won't need a suitcase on judgment day

I'm a very very complex person...