Your daddy didn’t tell you

You’re a joke of the summer night

Yeah, you’re the fifth wheel,

Over your corpse no one will cry.

So you are burning, wrath child

You are walkin’ a lie

You are talkin’ with a knife.

Mother always talked to you

You’re a f...in’ kid, you’re not mine,

You’ve always had war in your head,

Bombs in your brain, storm in your heart,

So you’re a lepper, bad guy

You’re walkin’ lie

You are talkin’ with a knife.

Every cop wants to catch you

Each of them will say: you gotta be mine

You spend your life in hiding-places

I only know, that your dead or alive.

Yes, you’ve got your own style

You are a walkin’ lie

You are...

Too many cops talk about you

You flourish in s...

Too many suckers talk about you

You live in s...,

(I don’t think you love it).^[1]