You seem surprised to find that I'm humannAnd that I can do things wrong.nnFor my frailties your heartnHas no room andnYou go write a song.nnYou take glee in making menPlay my faults out onstage.nnYou can spit your venom outnBut I must hold my rage.nnAnd I'm feeling black and bluenLike I'm beaten through and through.nnI'm cut and bruised.nI'm black and blue.nnWould it give you anynSatisfactionnIf I said I can be mean?nWould you then admit in ournInteractionsnYour hands aren't quite clean?nnWhen you tell your storiesnThat recount my every sinnYou always leave out the beginningsnSo you can look good in the ends.nnAnd I'm feeling black and bluenLike I'm beaten through and through.nnI'm cut and bruised.nI'm black and blue.nnThis is the point at whichnI need to write a bridge, for this.nnBut I haven't done it yet.nIt's proving hard to get.nnWhen you find the next thingnThat I'm lacking.nnPlease don't tell me to my face.nnFor my pride has takennQuite a whacking.nI can't stand up straight.nnSo, take my latest failurenAnd be sure to write it downnSo you can pour it out like water on menWhen I start to drown.nnAnd I'm feeling black and bluenLike I'm beaten through and through.nnI'm cut and bruised.nI'm not like you.nI'm black and blue.