I found a bird on the floor that was covered in blood
It's feathers littered the carpet, it had given up
Sometimes I like to roll around on the ground
So desperate for your attention won't you look at me now?

I broke the skin of my teeth
On the steps to the church
I put my hands in the air
You crush my knuckles to dust
We have no redeeming features
Just a desperate streak
To get along with the strong
And be obsessed by the weak
Whoah-oh whoah-oh

People in love make me feel yuck
People in love make me feel yuck
People in love make me feel yuck
People in love make me feel yuck