I dream of little monsters crawling up my leg. I fear they'll come again if I go to bed. I wish that something else would be in my dreams. But here come those little monsters, crawling up my leg. I dream of dying babies and why do they smile? I hate those dying babies why don't they just die? Their smiling faces give me diarrhea. Please die, you dying babies in my diarrhea. My dreams, my dreams, my dreams… Please sh** on my dreams, Please sh** on my dreams, Please sh** on my dreams, Please sh** on my dreams,