Our unsleepable friend gets the message on an ill-wind
"All your friends and your foes
Would rather die than have to touch you"
To say the least TO: Oh, truly disappointed
Truly, truly, truly
Drank too much and then said too much
And there's nowhere to go but Down
Young boy, I wanna help you
See these lines? Truly disappointed
Truly, truly, truly
Don't talk to me, no
About people who are "nice"
'Cause I have spent m ywhole life
in ruins
Because of people who were "nice"
Oh, this world may lack Style, I know
Each bud must blossom and grow
Young girl, one day you will be old
But the thing is I love you now
This is the last song I will ever sing
No, I've changed my mind again