I Am the Least of Your Problems Songtext

von Future of the Left

Woke in a ditch where the bitches grin to the sound of the present tense
How many sound checks can a man ignore before he turns into a shadow of himself?
I've got nothing left but an autograph and the strangest sense of doubt
I think the name belongs to me
But someone else is living with it

I am the least of your problems
But I don't mind

Fell on myself with the tender touch and the shame of the indiscreet
How many hand jobs can a man enjoy till he forms into a puddle at his feet?
I got things to say in a plastic voice that I learned on the way to hell
Again the point of missing you
No one else will do it for me

I am the least of your problems
But i don't mind

Draw it out as long as you can bear it
Fight it out
Fight it out
Fight it out the misery is glorious