Welcome to ghost country town
Ticking tocks of the snorkelling clocks
Picking from the bottom of the barrelling block
With the mother of problems coming in full clutch
Nobody loves you
Nobody loves you for your stupid little face
With them dead sea tears all over the place
Of manic, philanthropic, panic, disgrace
A venus extra
Vaganza in utera
Fleecing my mantras
Me, cryer!