Oh so fortunate you

And so pitiful me

I sent you letter bombs

And you sent 'em back to me

What I thought was a hen

Turned out to be chicken

You're fucking movie stars?

Well I'm fucking congressmen

I feeling mostly sick

I'm sleeping mostly days

I underpay my tricks

Just to over compensate

My nose it starts to run

My ears they start to bleed

To you my sweet girlfriend

The beginning is the end