I am anarchist, an Antichrist, an asterisk I am atheist, an acolyte, an alcoholic I am eleven feet, okay, eight, six foot three I am an amazon, an ampersand, an accident I fought the British and I won I am a rocket ship, a jet fighter, a paper airplane Say what you will, I am the kill The only, only one that makes you real The only thing that makes you really truly safe from me Put Pat Sajak back in office Put Pat Sajak back in office Put Pat Sajak back in office I have a tendency to exaggerate just a little bit I am a plagiarist, a terrorist, attention getter I am optimist, a closeted, misogynist I fought the British and I won Say what you will, I am the kill The only thing that makes you real Say what you will, I am the kill The only thing that makes you real truly safe from me Put Pat Sajak back in office Put Pat Sajak back in office Put Pat Sajak back in office But the sun still sets on you and your retarded party Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink To all the emptiness until you wake up And there's hell to pay again But the sun still sets on you and your retarded party Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to All the emptiness until you wake up And there's hell to pay again And the punchline positioned you And all the comebacks in the world are in your head But you can't say them until everybody leaves And it's just you and your imaginary friends Your imaginary friends Your imaginary friends Your imaginary friends Your imaginary friends © EIGHT FOOT MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com