Cole Lloyd & The Commotions Mister Malcontent
Johnny stumbles, Johnny falls under slogans off the wall
He sees where's the sense, he says "call me Mister
Malcontent"
A waste of space and alcohol, drinking rain and eating
soil
And slogans off the wall cannot express him at all
Cut off my nose despite my face and I will not more
longer wait
Or should I laugh or should I cry? Or should I part my
hair behind?
Or should I laugh or should I cry as I become all I
despise?
