"I cannot stand it anymore!
You slut! You goddamn filthy whore!"
(This is not a gentleman's style)
He's screaming with a deep-red face
(Oh, you seem a bit angry, don't ya)
This is a choleric attack, he's got it sometimes
(mmmh, my god!)
He's a neurotic, gonna break his neck
I don't wanna get like this
Don't worry about this guy
It's up to you to show him better ways
Don't get to angry if he failed again
His moods hard to control
And when he steps out of the door
The kids, they laugh at him once more
(Motherfucker, motherfucker, bababa!)
If he didn't cry or wish he was dead
(Nobody loves me!)
He would scream out in boiling RAGE
(Fuck you assholes!)
He's a neurotic, gonna break his neck
I don't wanna get like this