My fingers are bleeding cut by
Many eggs' skin
Just the right to shut it

When the next humiliation is coming
Or it is my back aching,
Too many glasses to be filled

But always keep smiling that's your job
So Barbie keep on smiling
The strength of my hate

On all the people
Who want me to think I am %#@!


Hours and hours running,
I can count them no more
Not like my salary, could be counted

By the kids I'm watching
And the best of all: the speech!
Evil eyes, filthy soul

Cruel words to steal all that is beautiful in me
The strength of my hate
On all the people

Who want me to think I am %#@!!