Run Run Run Run But I'm a creep I'm a ****** What the hell am i doing here? I don't belong here
"There's something wrong with the waters Mr Goethe It feels like yesterday was spring Now it's time, it's mere time Till the frogs hop around Gosh god does play dice with the world Or else how have you found Ms Goethe and that jolly girl of yours Oh ****** me, how is she?"
"She's fine, she's dust"
"It's almost like I didn't get to meet her when she was around For the employee party Tell me what is she wearing so heavy that she can't move once"