Come talk to me
Come on triggy man
Come on, the camera's rolling
Get that fucking bad thing
Talk to me
Who are you?
Come on chopper male, chopper male sucker!
Got the gusto?, Come on!
And yet, I've just got to do something
Because, I I see I'm god, or something
I am superior to that
Everyone is dead, or should I call in for the central right now?
And stand naked, with a hurt expression
Until it burns me up!
Away, come away, come away