( Crowsdell - Within the Curve of an Arm LP ) A ruffled brow A sturdy snout I'm not much fun to be around Refrain from you, refrain from me Afraid of what we might could be You turn me out, you kick at me I never ask what you ask of me And backing up from it all I'm ready to flee But I have erased it Very clear And all of my friends have complained to me A filthy sound A wretched mouth I'm not much fun to be around I'm not afraid to be myself I never want to let you down You turn me out, you kick at me I never ask what you ask of me And backing up from it all I'm ready to flee I have erased it Very clear And all of my friends have complained to me Yeah, I have erased it Very clear And all of my friends have complained to me Da da da da . . . Complain, complain, complain to me Complain, complain, complain to me Complain, complain, complain to me