Lyrics:
Zoppa

Now everything's fine but I'm still gonna whine You've got eyes that shine But they aren't mine unless I pay for them in full And that's the rule and

Whine, whine, whine How can you afford to throw me those looks When you haven't pulled the bloody wool From over your eyes yet? How can you say those

This one goes out to all reality star fuckers and wannabes The sick and twisted twenty four seven three hundred And sixty five worldwide exhibitionists

Then they came on me They dragged me from the bar Still wet from sweat and beer I bruise so prettily by men Blinded by their fear, these men Broke my

I've slept with girls on the game. I've got my Catholic shame Lord I'm in purgatory Basically it's all come on top of me I wasn't me when we met You

Je suis ne avec des yeux d'ange Et des fossettes au creux des joues J'ai perdu mes joues et mes langes Et j'ai casse tous mes joujoux. Je m'suis regarde

This one goes out to all reality starfuckers and wannabes The sick and twisted twenty four seven three hundred and sixty five worldwide exhibitionists

Communication is where it breaks down Humiliation is all that's left now Apologetic, you say you're sorry You're pathetic, you won't be bothering me Just

Translation: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Upon Encountering The Crippled Elephant.