Vain Thug

He spent his life stepping on flowers
He spent all of his life stepping on flowers
He did it for a number of hours
He liked to kill the flowers
He liked to watch things die

He liked to make things die
He liked to step on flowers
He liked to kill it all

He had no life
He hated his wife
She bored him
He liked to think she was a flower
He stepped on them all

He was very worthless
But for some reason he had a name
There were silly, silly minded people
Who were willing to play his stupid useless game
And that's how he got by
Thinking his brain was really, really sly
But me I always asked
Why the hell why could such a useless human get by?

Just say no
Not to drugs
Say no
To the people who are thugs
People who are bullies
Who try to make a name
Because I don't
Have a worthwhile brain
And they are so vain
They're so, incredibly vain