I was busy picking up the pieces of my broken heart
I stand accused and maybe, on reflection, got a little cruel
I was too brash for you, I moved too fast, perhaps a little rude
I know I was a jerk and impolite, I was loud
Which one of my two wolves will I give my attention to tonight?
Which one will I decide to feed? Which one will I decide to fight?
I was impulsive, I confess, talked a lot behind your back
I was judgemental, played too cool, I was not so nice
We were young and we loved attention
We were drunk and we loved attention
We were sad and we loved attention
We were scared and we loved attention
Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God
Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God
Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God
WRITERS
Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker