Throw away your vacant fear of disgrace
My friend, come put it into their face
Spectators choice, foul-mouthed freak
Why let your thoughts reside in your brain
They’re just for driving people insane
Be well advised, you gonna have it in the end
Oh yeah,
Foolhardy truth and nothing more to spoil the air
Now let me tell you something
That you deserve, my friend,
But on the other hand…
Fuck you!

Your friends believe you are a fly-bitten queer
Who’ll sell them all for a jug of beer
And take his time to laugh upon the quip
Well, live your life your special way
In pool of mud and moral decay
Until you end it all one sunny holiday