PUNK

Ow! Ooohahh! Try to see myself what goes on. Make it up myself, I'll never. Always told my thoughts aloud, then another day I shut up. Back to the sand, doing what you can. Bound to be gone, damn loser. Found out right then they were fed up, cause everybody said to shut up. Yeah! Thought you might care what goes on. Try to say“what up?"; i'm fed up. Everybody says I shoot up, the last time I told them“what up?" Down with the sun, I knew that I was done. Did it to my self, Did it to my self, and then. All this time I said I've been fed up Cause everybody tell me“shut up".