The style you walk this world
With no respect
For anyone

This is my aversion!
You are just like dregs
You do not desire

To stay alive
You're a terrible residual
I can't understand

Why people
Like your believe
They're like Rambo

You look like the people
Who live in trees
With teeth eroded by maggots

But still
You believe
To be the king

Of this village
Go home to mommy
Tell her I love you

At home you are the #~!!@
Sitting in the wardrobe
Crying why mommy

Doesn't love you
In the evenings
But turn back

To the wannabe Rambo
Of your small world
Show all the people

Of this $#&@ing
Asocial planet
That you are the future

Of tomorrow
However. I will not be like
All the idiots

Who change sides
When they see you in the streets
And wet their

Expensive jeans
When you start crying in your circus