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

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´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, fucked-up singer of a song

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 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

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´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...