And those thoughts
That I've kept inside
With those words
That I could not hide
Before those times that remind me
That all I ever did was try

So change your tune one step to make a stand
I want to speak my mind start my own african tribe
Now run into the deepest pile of shit
Cause that's where I'm going to blend in....GO!

Those choices that I've never made
With those decisions that once cut me a break
Cause after all what's left in the end
There's something's that they just can't take

So take a bow
Well you're not that great
Go pat your back
Go off and masturbate
Cause on thing that you know for sure
You hand is not a lonesome date