I want the car to explode when you drive me to the K-Mart
I want you to solder my face to the mighty oak tree
I wanna f** myself with my atom bomb
Why is it that I cannot, not even only once, find gla** in my dinner or razor blades in the bedsheets
I pay my taxes
When will my hard work and dedication pay off
When will I reap what I have sown
When will my tiny penis shrivel up and disappear
When will my testicles bleed with joy
When will I drown in urine and vomit and my menstrual juices
I want to be the lamb slaughtered in the milk bar
I want to live
I want to live
I want to die
I want to live
How much longer must I wait