The Ancient Art Of Always Fucking Up

If all mistakes were made in stone I'd build a wall so tall you'd see for miles And every man and child would come to see Stand and laugh at me Like you would not believe, and I can't blame 'em It's kind of funny when you start to Think about the kind of fool Who breaks his heart as often as the moon Shows its face to you And I regret to say, politely, I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose Like I always do So, tell me, are you running scared 'Cos you know that I'm beyond repair Oh, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up Everything I've ever loved 'Cos I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up May I have your attention please Step right up and see the most amazing The absolutely mind-inflaming show About a boy who sold his soul For a shot at love and gold And he almost made it but lost it on the way, the story goes Now he's the kind of fool Who breaks his heart as often as the moon Shows its face to you And I regret to say, politely, I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose Like I always do So, tell me, are you running scared 'Cos you know that I'm beyond repair Oh, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up Everything I've ever loved They fall from me like autumn leaves The wake, I make it scattered with debris Of everything that could have been 'Cos I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up And I'm plagued by design Forget all my lines I've burned all my blessings more than half the time Been trapped in my ways But I'm desperate to change So, let me know if you'll stay So, tell me, are you running scared 'Cos you know that I'm beyond repair Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of always fucking up Everything I've ever loved 'Cos I wrote the book, the study of the ancient art of always fucking up.