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.