Sex and death, i've got both perfected. The way you dress, it's what i-i invented. I've got what you want, You've got lots of 'tude. Don't speak back to me; I find it very rude. Easy-bake heartache. You don't have a clue cos you've got nothing on me boy. Ah ah ah-ah ah ah-ah ah ah etc, I'll change it up just to throw you off, Before we met you still believed in god. How the fuck do you get by without your own, Without your own mind!?