Uncle Mustache started to fire at random
The world couldn't sleep, just watched TV
Iron lady ran away and our dad traveled abroad

They lived for themselves, not for someone else

Flash out, many people died


Uncle Mustache stopped shooting, the world took a rest
I treated guests again, another day was started

Mr. Stain On The Forehead came and our dad flattered
They lived for themselves, not for someone else


It's not an old story, we did nothing
That means we are... $$#holes?