have you come here to make love
or are you just after my money
because i know i haven't yet
gotten my intellect across

i am my own boss

perhaps you've come down
because of rumors
that i flip out
when you tell me that i suck

you're out of luck

i got a girlfriend these days
she calls me "honey"
and tells me when i ask
that my music is quite "nice"

she has lying eyes

i'd never trust her
with one of them long poles
if i didn't know, deep down
the feelings in her heart

about time to start

i try to remain
thoroughly wasted
before i face your kind
with my pants on

this is my home