He´s a busted main line, but you ought to hear him out
Bleeding fortified wine from the injury that I call my mouth
Trying to insult some crazy f**er from the south
Whose arrow comes to pick me out
And so I´m waiting for a shot of white noise
I dont want to hear no stupid, screaming, little half-a**ed middle-cla** boy
Because I've got a headache and I'm already full of useless stories
Arrow, come pick me out
Because I've got a headache and I'm already full of useless stories
So arrow come on, pick me out
Arrow come on, pick me out