Oh so fortunate you
And so pitiful me
I sent you letter bombs
And you sent 'em back to me
What I thought was a hen
Turned out to be chicken
You're fucking movie stars?
Well I'm fucking congressmen
I feeling mostly sick
I'm sleeping mostly days
I underpay my tricks
Just to over compensate
My nose it starts to run
My ears they start to bleed
To you my sweet girlfriend
The beginning is the end
