I´m walking through the bog of words, this senseless bog you served on draught My ears are bleeding, please shut up I collapse, if you´re telling more fuck!
Can´t you see I´m bleeding? Can´t you feel my pain? No penny for your thoughts, no penny for your thoughts!
I feel the urge to kick your ass The toaster...you...you take a bath If you would be quiet - oh just a dream - I think, I need one more Jim Beam
I got no penny for your thoughts not even got a knob I got a muzzle for your gob to stop all of your mental faults.