This film is for you I’ve been sent from the past From the days you used to cry your eyes out And sniff poppers in the bath Now some dumb fuck’s gonna say It gets better as you get older They’re just saying that shit To keep you quiet longer They can’t be arsed to change things now so they say "Wait until you’re rich When you and your boyfriend can share tax evasion tips" Breathe a sigh of relief and leave all the young queers to it Send them a smug video tape saying Relax kids I’ve been through it But It gets worse it gets worse it gets worse From a boring fuck to the hearse And your salary is over 40K And you can bulldoze over anyone Who stands in your way And if you pretend you don’t have sex Then you can marry And you clever thing you’ve got a PhD In self-congratulatory queer theory And some day the queen’s gonna give you an MBE And Ben Summerskill will have you over for tea oh yeah It gets worse it gets worse It gets so much so much worse now But I know it can get better 'Cos I was told by Ke$ha Even though on her video it looks like she Stayed out too long the night before David Cameron made one saying Gays in the UK should have pride Because we can legally commit genocide And those two promising stage school boys With their promising stage school careers Whilst their former tormentors Are in the woods all day now drinking beer Well don’t get me wrong I want my Persecutors to burn in hell But I might end up all day in the woods now Drinking beer as well So It gets worse it gets worse it gets worse From a boring fuck to the hearse So to all you smug-ass grown ups Here’s my advice to you: Don’t accept a world that you have to creep up to Cos if babies marriage and military Is all I’m gonna want Then I might as well just top myself And that defeats the point Give me some hope for something I might actually want Not just a few kids clinging on and a few smug pricks Who made it to the top Because one day we’ll tear down all this shit together But not while your aim is a promising business endeavor So It gets worse it gets worse it gets worse From a boring fuck to the hearse And your salary is over 40K And you can bulldoze over anyone Who stands in your way And if you pretend you don’t have sex Then you can marry And you clever thing you’ve got a PhD In self-congratulatory queer theory And some day the queen’s gonna give you an MBE And Ben Summerskill will have you over the back of his settee And the BBC will present your life in HD And Dan Savage will say your just like me oh It gets worse it gets worse It gets so much so much worse now It gets worse it gets worse It gets so much so much worse now

It doesn’t matter how good you’ve been You’re gonna die alone But not until you’ve been let down By everyone that you’ve known It doesn’t matter if you say sorry Or if you say nothing at all Every episode in your life Is headed for a fall Blah blah blah blah blah blah Bollocks is pouring out of your mouth But no one gives a fuck what you’ve gotta say Ever since you moved down south But it’s OK to hate yourself Though it might not be good for your health It’s the bitterest faggot Who makes the best art The morose trans and The poof with the darkest heart You tried satanic rituals To defend yourself from attack But you got it all wrong And turned the only love who loved you back Into a cow who was then slaughtered Inside an abattoir And everyone in his family knows that it was your fault And the ALF knows where you are You’ve always tried to be so careful With everything that you said Trying really hard not to offend either side But now both sides want you dead All the elephants in the room Are about to explode in your head If you actually believed in god and you knew This was how it was gonna be You’d have asked him to turn you into a duck instead

The man who tried to make me moisturise to tighten up the skin around the eyes it's been six weeks and I still smell of smoke his brand of cigarette sticks in my throat But there’s another hundred thousand faggots in this city And you’re no longer one, jon, and that’s a pity The day goes on, it gets from bad to worse there isn't much to make a second verse you're panicking to download HBO so dim the lights and drink your wine alone You spend your parents' money on shoes and taxis trimming your fringe til you get the look you said you loved to read but I never saw you finish a book

The Catholic in me says, "I don’t deserve to be happy" Then she removes her fingers and she beats me black and blue And she says, "Hold still," and that’s exactly what I do Get down on my knees and I’m barking like a dog Baptised in candle wax from my body she draws blood And I’m falling to the floor and I’m breathing oh my God And she pisses on my face and I feel like I’m in LOVE! The Catholic in you says you don’t deserve to be happy Then I remove my fingers and I beat you black and blue And I start to rim your arse and the pain begins to soothe A blade pressed to your belly and I start to tie you up And you beg me for more and I tell you, "That’s your lot! Cos a Catholic like you doesn’t deserve to be happy, Oh alright, well maybe just temporarily"

Don’t turn on the computer again It’s not worth it my friend You know your inbox is still empty And Facebook will just make you angry Find something better to do Find someone to screw Go shoplift some underwear or Cultivate your facial hair Cos you don’t need to look at that shit All your ex-lovers so happy and fit And everyone doing so much better than you But don’t be fooled they’re all miserable too You don’t need to spend all day Stalking people you hate anyway You didn’t get invited to that party at Michelle’s But you only would have gone on a cold day in hell Don’t turn on the computer again It’s not worth it my friend You know your inbox is still empty And Facebook will just make you angry There must be somewhere better to be Than an online discussion about polyamory Where everyone’s showing off about how right-on they are And pretending to be doing just fine Find something better to do Make something new! Go poke someone but for real Cos electronic fingers cannot feel

If we sleep together you get a free mixtape Some people even get more than one free mixtape If we sleep together then we could role-play rape Some people even get to do that more than once If we sleep together it won’t be a mistake Cross my heart and hope to die it won’t be a mistake If we sleep together I’ll tell you you were great Even if you were really shit I’ll tell you you were great

Do you remember that time when I called to say I never wanted to see you again? Of course you don’t remember cos it was 2am You’d been sleeping with your phone off since half past ten Do you remember when we hooked up at that party? We fucked all night on the skipped settee Of course you don’t remember cos I was so fucked up on E I couldn’t tell the difference between you and your auntie Do you remember New Year’s Eve in Berlin? Fireworks lit up the streets and it was snowing And we were so happy on the ground wrestling Even though we almost died cos it was freezing And we were so lucky hooking up with those queers So we all had a sixsome to see in the new years Well of course you don’t remember cos instead I threw up Went home early and woke up next to your dog

Nice manners and well spoken the middle class raised me well but if I'm damned as a godless faggot at least I'm already in hell At school they said to me "Contribute to society, make money and thrive" But I'm not going to do it now I've seen right through it and the world doesn't need me alive So I'm going to be a parasite like ticks and fleas and I'll suck the blood of the nation I want to be a social disease a social disease It's nice we're legal we're all so grateful around in the left and the right but we all move centre til the right gets hard and the left gives it up every night There's shows for cockless homos you wouldn't miss - decor, dancing, theatre, fashion and we don't ever see them kiss But if people were scared of us we'd get the things we like so fear for your children, fear for your wives I hope they turn against you tonight

Every day when I get up I get the bus from the same stop I walk along the same road But yesterday as I walked home I saw him stood there small and unsafe I should have left him to his fate I thought for once I’d do what was right And now everyone’s making threats on my life I was only trying to help the cat I was only trying to protect him I knew that road would do him in so i put him somewhere No one would find him Now everybody wants to hurt me Now everyone wants to make me bleed Now everybody’s out to get me They’ll turn me into the human centipede The police won’t protect me The state won’t protect me My friends all disowned me I can’t find any fucking sanctuary I have to lock myself away in my room I sleep beside a big broom So that if they ever come inside I can fight to stay alive Now everyone thinks the cat's a hero On me they're turning all De Niro I'm about as popular as Myra Hindley And all the kids they want to kill me I live in fear everyday No one understands it won't go away I hate the press, Youtube, Facebook OK Cupid, Twitter, the internet But most of all I hate that cat