There I sit at this piano
spective
And kind of mellow
Sadness in veins and in my balls
And ball veins.
Tell me Father
Can you take away my pain?
You're an idiot.
And a bottom feeder.
You call yourself
The Hooded Leader!
But you are not.
And you never will be.
So cry your tears
You little pansy.
It's a lie
It's a lie
I won't cry.
No more tears for me
No more tears to you
No more tears in my eyes
Cause I'm tired of feeling blue
No more tears
No more tears
No more horse sucking
Cock poking
Shit fucking
Maybe one more.
One more tear
I'm crying one more tear
From me to