A late night ungodly and foul mood after eight hours of work on a Sunday evening with two or three more to go, summed up by a Nick Cave song featuring these lyrics:
Since I was no bigger than a weavil
They’ve been saying I was evil,
That if “bad” was a boot then I’d fit it,
That I’m a wicked young lady,
But I’ve been trying hard lately…
Aw fuck it… I’m a monster… I admit it….La la la la, la la la lie,
I’m happy as a lark now,
Everything is fine
La la la la, la la la lie,
Everything is groovy,
Everything is fine,
La la la la, la la la lie,
All God’s children…
They all gotta die