I´m walking through the bog of words,
this senseless bog you served on draught
My ears are bleeding, please shut up
I collapse, if you´re telling more fuck!

Can´t you see I´m bleeding?
Can´t you feel my pain?
No penny for your thoughts,
no penny for your thoughts!

I feel the urge to kick your ass
The toaster...you...you take a bath
If you would be quiet - oh just a dream -
I think, I need one more Jim Beam

I got no penny for your thoughts
not even got a knob
I got a muzzle for your gob
to stop all of your mental faults.