I'm pumping out the place
With my lost
Trace of my relatable life
Moving on from the memories
Lay in a ball change the stories for the diaries
With the journals and manuals
You can be my boy
And men in the ill convoy
We make a great team
Lets jester and yap about the time to jam
Treat for the test in the yellow lane in the floating vehicle
Shameless
and excited
As I am punished by my incitement
It ain't nothing nice
It's a ruse
Well understood and I told not do that yourself
Do it to their breadwinners and fathers
Part of the same human race
Class of men
Freed by the chains of enemies