Low soul in a manic   Feels so only queen   A deep tripe for a wander aimless   Just fakes his green   'Cuz I say no you're mine   And I'm no only nine feed   You got a cross confusin' my ages   Not yet more me      'Cuz I say, you're in a ready   Bleach-hearted boy wretched voice indeed   A prosthetic you waitin' to destroy      Two sides to Dylan's haw hee   Feelin' like a cemetary   Karpick a what is in me?   A drill a sin try to kill it   I sit on a quire haw hee   Gettin' like a titty single only   A bottom make a cell it's time to bleed   Tee, la-la hee-hee      Pig try to give it to you   Killin' like a hundred an fifteen in   Feed Birmingham