Is it such a crime?

I'm A little twisted next to anybody else

I'm A little itchy when I'm all by myself

I'm A little needy in needy little ways

I'm A little greedy in seedy little waves

Nobody is perfect

Let me hear you say

"I'd rather be a nobody

Than a fucking saint"

I'm A little bad, I sometimes misbehave

I'm A little good at digging little graves

I'm A little scarred from burying mistakes

I'm A little large to be carried by my mates

Nobody is perfect

Let me hear you say

"I'd rather be a vagabond

Than a fucking saint"

I'm A little creepy when I play the game

I'm A little sleepy when I call your name

I'm A little blasted most of the time

I'm A little bastard to that love of mine

Nobody is perfect

Let me hear you say

"I'd rather be a hoary goat

Than a fucking saint"

I'm A little blasted most of the time

I'm A little bastard to that love of mine

I'm A little bastard to that love of mine

I'm A little bastard

Is it such a crime?