See those women with their ass in the air
they love Korn and Limp Bizkit
I'll shit you now
where were these girls the afternoon when Cobain killed his brain
somewhere in the world, oh maybe Leeds

May it be
smashing my glasses
Maybe it'll be the rest that I'll go
Shitless creeps in the dressing room
invade my stuff, invade my radio Phone 911
it isn't very nice at all

Without me
there'll be nothing
and I'll kiss my trousers in the snow

Maybe all the secret day
Keep it clean, until you diet my eyes

I am clean
since I died
won't you ever be the last of my 6 days