Hey World War II boy
Foreboding battlewagon fodder
Forelock missing with your luck
Keeps you up at night Mare's moon tangles both your feet
Drags you down helplessly step a fake
Tombstones piling up your last mistake
We all wait for you; give us a break, give us a break Sashay, sashay through the sarcasm
Stalking, skulking through the sarga**um Planning revenge on your friends
Planning revenge on your friends
Planning revenge on your friends Your calendery search is nearing the end
Your scientific research has a satirical twinge
Outside you change yourself to be
Inside what you already see, already see Outside you change yourself to be
Inside what you already see, already see