A black toothed man with a broken hand When you see him You'll know who I mean He'll teach you lessons Tell you where to begin He'll even sell himself Sold under sin Reputation as a stubborn stupid man A smell of d**h What a charming frightening scent A walking zombie with no ticket in his hand A nice corpse doing the best he can You should know You're almost gone One of the good But it turned out wrong I don't care 'bout your bad behaviour I can't save you Can't change you Don't care 'bout you bad behaviour Can't save you Can't change you Far from home Mommies little boy is gone I can't change you Rich ba*tard Do you see the broken gla** You climb the ladder Jealous of your own a** Sometimes it happens I get slapped in the face It turns me on That's what I chase