Are you really gonna kiss my floor, son?
Are you really gonna keep me a fighter?
Are you really gonna get my shoes off?
Are you really gonna get my Chinza?
I've had enough
Let them pretend I have a dorsal
This is him and there's a siren turnin'
And holds a dark'nin' centre
And your d**h will profit off me
And I'm goin' and I'm goin' and goin' and I'm runnin' I'm goin.
Aaaaaaarrghh
I went away
And nothin' violent pa**ed my fist
And the tomato just gone to peel fruit
And none of me remember all or nothing
They had to understamp us
I've got a church bomb and a download
And don't forget y'all to run away
Agree to the thing now that you'd never say
Let them pretend I have a dorsal
This is him and there's a siren turnin'
And holds a darkening' centre
And I know that I'm runnin' hard
sfdherh ephgeewfnmn sdnujnefw.
Aaaaaaarrghh
"...What about Ryan?"
"I believe he lost the number for that girl he met down here."
"Oh, Adam said she's a beauty."
"Is she the one that had that f**ed-up voice?"
"Is she a Rocket Scientist?"
"She's the one that sounds like the f**in'...she has a voice like a f**in' modem, dude."
"Ha-ha! Sounds perfect!"
"Rooaaaagaharyandaasjhrydaaaafcabym?!"
"He he he!"
"When he got the work up there, you know Ryan, he gets all into work and he's prepared to like, forget that he has a dick."