Morning in Italy, no you can't feel. Feelin' so alone, but i got my f**in' deal. Cookin' all day, my day is f**in' meal. Today we have pork, but my advise is veal. You can hear the squel, cause somebody got k**ed. Maybe hand in fryer, cause you're such a lier. You said "YOUR SUACE IS sh*t.", you need to feel my pyre. Now you know, you gotta go. Pick up your f**in' things, convert yourself to shadow.