I've got a laminated paper lying by my side And I'm staring at the letters at the euro type And tells me it knows my mother and it knows my face And tells me everybody's from a different place So they take me with a paper bag on my head And a pretty little you I've never been And they told me that the customers are malcontent And they drove me in the river till my bones were wet 'Cause I know, what you don't know You bad person I know, what you know Can you take a message on the phone for me? All this talking is enough to make a man go crazy And you wonder why your family is sick and dead Well I heard that they were smokers and they've all gone red Well I'll tell you about the feud with the guy last night With certain group of people on his downtown ride They were laughing, they were smiling all around the bed And I think I like it better than the place we went 'Cause I know, what you don't know You bad person I know, what you don't know You bad person I know, what you don't know You bad person I know, what you know